We’re All Drunkards Here. Harlots.
I came across this translation of an Anna Akhmatova poem via the web a few days ago, it’s apparently by D.M. Thomas, author of ‘The White Hotel,’ which is a fantastic book. His translation for this poem is very fine, too. I was working on this accompanying image at the time and so just adapted the lines of the poem to intersect with the image I was working on.
I’ll eventually use the image for my own work, which has nothing to do with the poem, so this is just a working exercise. I thought it worthy of posting here in the meantime, however… I’m assuming the relevant copyright info for the poem is © Estate of Anna Akhmatova/D.M. Thomas.