Poems. A collection of poetry from Russia.
BEFORE THE SEPARATION

All that we shared to you I am leaving:
All that was best
of each brief year bequeathing, 
All the old tenderness;
all the old loyalty 
And, on my knees, I renew oath of fealty, 
Raise to my lips
the standard of happiness 
Then let it fall, war-tattered and rigorous.
As for you and for me, though our road may be long,
Such happiness will not again befall us. 
Yet still I believe that the best of my song 
Will immortalise its discarded colours...
The first swallow too, to you I am leaving 
That dauntless returned to blockade and calamity 
'Neath our miserable roof her gallant nest weaving. 
You shall hear her again in your hour of extremity.
And I shall pack up as my portion our crosses 
Taking with me our tears,
and our blows,
and our losses, 
All our rash daring,
all our insecurity, 
Our difficult, hard-won, fine-tempered maturity, 
The cradle-song I never sang
to our daughter, 
Composed in a war-night of blizzard and slaughter, 
That I never sang-you never shall hear it. 
It swells not, it fades not, and I alone bear it...
Farewell then, my bright one! I loved you
Right dearly. 
Your lot shall be richer-and I have dealt fairly.

OLGA BERGHOLTS (1910-1975). 

Translated by Avril Pyman

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