Do not take yourself by the hand…
Do not lead yourself across the river…
Do not point a finger at yourself…
Nor tell fairy tales about yourself…
Go on, go on—and stumble
Anna Akhmatova, “We Don’t Know How to Say Goodbye”
We don’t know how to say goodbye.
We wander all over, shoulder to shoulder.
It is already starting to get dark,
You’re thoughtful, and I remain quiet.
Let’s go inside a church, and watch
A baptism, a wedding, a funeral.
Why can’t we live like that?
Let’s leave, not looking at each other.
Or, let us sit in the cemetery,
Quiet in the trampled snow.
And watch you trace with a stick,
Places where we will always be together.