Being Drunk With You Is Fun / Мне с тобою пьяным весело
Being drunk with you is fun –
there’s no sense in your tales.
An early autumn has hung
the elms with yellow sails.
Rambling into these deluded parts
is a thing we both bitterly rue;
but why have we made an art
of smiling just a bit askew?
In place of placid happiness,
we wanted stinging flies…
Deviance and tenderness
will keep me by your side.
(All translations are my own, unless otherwise noted)
(Poem: Anna Akhmatova, Tsarskoye Celo, 1910)