“My love will come…”
Translated by Albert C. Todd
To B. Akhmadulina
My love will come,
will fold me in her arms,
will notice all the changes,
will understand my apprehensions.
From the pouring dark, the infernal gloom,
forgetting to close the taxi door,
she’ll dash up the rickety steps
all flushed with joy and longing.
Drenched, she’ll burst in, without a knock,
will take my head in her hands,
and from a chair her blue fur coat
will slip blissfully to the floor.