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The Spring Revel
The just man followed then his angel guideWhere he strode on the black highway, hulking and bright;But a wild grief in his wife’s bosom cried,
All is despoiled, abandoned, sold;Death’s wing has swept the sky of colorAll’s eaten by a hungry dolor.
Anna Akhmatova’s poem “Secrets of the Trade,” translated by Jo Ann Clark with Zhenya Zafrin, appeared in our Winter 1996 issue. Akhmatova died in 1966; our columnist Anthony Madrid recently wrote about an epigram of hers. …