I want to
let her know
that all the nights
even the useless
and the hard
I ever feared to
can now be
Broad and Yellow is the Evening Light by Anna Akhmatova
Broad and yellow is the evening light
Tender the April coolness
You are so many years late,
Nevertheless I am glad you came.
Sit here close to me
And look on joyfully:
Here is a blue composition book
With the poems of my childhood.
Forgive me that I ignored the sun
And that I lived in sorrow
Forgive, forgive that I
Mistook too many others for you.
Anna Akhmatova (1889 – 1966)