Where in the World is Cat?

I'm in an exceptionally good mood today, most likely because I finished my homework yesterday, actually got to sleep last night and the weather is starting to cool off. To celebrate this occasion, I want to leave you with my favorite Russian poem, written by the famous Anna Akmatova.

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О тебе вспоминаю я редко
И твоей не пленяюсь судьбой,
Но с души не стирается метка
Незначительной встречи с тобой.

Красный дом твой нарочно миную,
Красный дом твой над мутной рекой,
Но я знаю, что горько волную
Твой пронизанный солнцем покой.

Пусть не ты над моими устами
Наклонялся, моля о любви,
Пусть не ты золотыми стихами
Обессмертил томленья мои,—

Я над будущим тайно колдую,
Если вечер совсем голубой,
И предчувствую встречу вторую,
Неизбежную встречу с тобой.

And in English, that would be....


I think of you seldom,
and am not captivated by your fate,
but the mark left by our insignificant meeting
has not been cleansed from my soul.

I walk past your red house on purpose-
your red house above the muddy river;
but I know that I bitterly disturb
your sunpierced peace.

Maybe it was not you
who bent down over my lips craving my love,
maybe it was not you
who immortalized my yearning in golden verses...

I secretly cast spells over the future,
when the evenings are quite blue,
and I have a foreboding of a second meeting,
an inevitable meeting, with you.

Anna Akhmatova
1913