Montserrat Gudiol
Soldier
White Night
I did not lock the door
I didn’t light the candles.
You don’t know how, tired as I was,
I didn’t dare go to sleep.
To watch the streaks of light dying
in the twilight dark of the pines.
I am getting drunk on the sound
of a voice like yours echoing in the hall.
And to know that everything is lost,
that life – is a cursed hell.
O, I was so certain
you would come back.
~ Anna Akhmatova ~
I did not lock the door
I didn’t light the candles.
You don’t know how, tired as I was,
I didn’t dare go to sleep.
To watch the streaks of light dying
in the twilight dark of the pines.
I am getting drunk on the sound
of a voice like yours echoing in the hall.
And to know that everything is lost,
that life – is a cursed hell.
O, I was so certain
you would come back.
~ Anna Akhmatova ~
