It is not with the lyre of someone in love
that I go seducing people.
The rattle of the leper
is what sings in my hands.
—Anna Akhmatova, later poem “18,” translated from the Russian by Jane Kenyon with Vera Sandomirsky Dunham in Twenty Poems of Anna Akhmatova (Eighties Press/Ally Press, 1985)
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