melting mansions

“We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye”
Anna Akhmatova

We don't know how to say goodbye,
We wander on, shoulder to shoulder
Already the sun is going down
You're moody, and I am your shadow.
Let's step inside a church, hear prayers, masses for the dead
Why are we so different from the rest?
Outside in the graveyard we sit on a frozen branch.

That stick in your hand is tracing
Mansions in the snow in which we will always be together.


i think this would make for a better break-up poem, but i still really like it regardless. I guess in a way i can see how it applies to my life a little bit. Friendships are coming and going and its tough to say goodbye. I like the last two lines. Even though he's drawing mansions in the snow for them, snow melts and you have to say goodbye.

and i've decided that even if i analyze a poem and its wrong...i don't really care. i'm taking it for what it means to me. instead of worrying if i have it right or wrong.