I took one of those silly Facebook quizzes that told me my poet BFF would be Russian poet Anna Akhmatova (1889-1966). Here’s a translation of one of her poems, in honor of National Poetry Month and poet BFF’s everywhere.
You Will Hear Thunder
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
That day in Moscow, it will all come true,
when, for the last time, I take my leave,
And hasten to the heights that I have longed for,
Leaving my shadow still to be with you.
~~ Anna Akhmatova