Anna Akhmatova, one of the great poets of our century, has, like all Russian poets, proved difficult to translate. These distinctive versions of a broad selection of her work capture her plainness and directness while searching out an analog to her music in the careful and subtle music of American free verse. The result is not a replication of Akhmatova's style but a complement to it that often startles and gratifies with a starkness and beauty all its own.
