I remember you only rarely

I remember you only rarely 
And your fate I do not review 
But the mark won't be stripped from my soul 
Of the meaningless meeting with you.  

Your red house I avoid on purpose, 
Your red house murky river beside, 
But I know, that I am disturbing 
Gravely your heart-pierced respite.  

Would it weren't you that, on my lips pressing, 
Prayed of love, and for love did wish, 
Would it weren't you that with golden verses 
Immortalized my anguish  

Over future I do secret magic 
If the evening is truly blue, 
And I divine a second meeting, 
Unavoidable meeting with you.

By Anna Akhmatova
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat 
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