Moon~•
The muse & Dante.
When in the dark night I await your arrival, It seems to me that everything hangs by a thread. What are honors worth, even freedom, when she comes quick and plays the pipe? Look, there he comes! She throws aside her veil And he stares at me for a long time. I say: «Were you the one who dictated to Dante the pages on hell?» And she answers: "I am that one."
Anna Ajmátova
The muse & Dante.
When in the dark night I await your arrival, It seems to me that everything hangs by a thread. What are honors worth, even freedom, when she comes quick and plays the pipe? Look, there he comes! She throws aside her veil And he stares at me for a long time. I say: «Were you the one who dictated to Dante the pages on hell?» And she answers: "I am that one."
Anna Ajmátova