Oh You, My Hero Shy!
Author: Bella Akhmadulina
Oh you, my hero shy,
You’ve made a close escape,
How long I played the part
Without help of friend!
To help of yours accursed
Refused I to resort.
Amidst the scenes and ghosts
Escaped you unobserved.
But in this shame of mine
I walked before the audience cruel.
All as bad luck, in public eye,
All in this role of playing single.
Oh how parterre with laughter roared!
You evidence me pardoned not
So shameful of my waste and loss,
The harmlessness of smile you mocked.
And greedily your herds did plod
To quench their thirst on my grief.
Alone, alone – in shame clothed
I’m standing biting my lips.
But to the reckless, hasty mob
Real hero isn’t seen.
Oh hero, you are frightened so!
Don’t fear – I won’t speak.
All our role is just my role,
I’ve lost in it - am nowhere.
All our pain is just my pain,
It’s so much pain to bear!
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
A scene in a two-actor drama! Once I read that the saddest thing in the world is loving someone, who used to love you. It is even worse when this love is ridiculed by crowd, when all innermost feelings are trampled. “Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest: Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers...” wrote W. Gilbert.
This is my translation from the famous Russian poetess Bella Akhmadulina. I attach a video file in which you can listen to the audio performance by the actress reading the poem in Russian. For those who know Russian and just for the pleasure of listening to the masterly recital.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWnwQpJcthA
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