Saturday, March 2, 2013

Anna Akhmatova: Close Reading: So Many Can Feel What She Is Feeling


Anna Akhmatova, for a lack of better description has struck a nerve with any individual that has loved, lost, or felt great pleasure or destructive anguish of any kind. If you know anything of Ms. Akhmatova’s work; you know that she has lived a dynamic, yet, said and very lonely life at times. Anna’s works express just that; she can relate to an aristocrat in the nineteenth century or a lonely person that has just felt the sharp knife of a great love lost of this generation. This poem, which carries no tittle, yet carries great meaning, has a depth that resonates within ones soul.

“I drink to the wreck of our life together,

And the pain of living alone.

I drink to the loneliness we shared-

My dear, I drink to you.

I drink to the trick of a mouth that betrayed me,

To the eyes and the look that lied.

I drink to the terrible world we inhabit

And to God, who never replied”.

“I drink to our life together”; Anna is not toasting love in a joyous fashion. She is almost being flippant. Anna feels that she had this idea of a great love that now seems to be a lie. She feels as though her lover/husband have built a life together and resides together under the same roof with little connection; it is one of loneliness. How hard it must feel to have had so many hopes and dreams for a love that seems, in the end, to be a disappointment.

Anna feels betrayed by the words that have been said by her husband. Many of us can relate in one way or another to having someone we thought loved us lie; that seems to lessen the love that we thought we once had.  Anna lived during a period of war and famine; a time when some wanted to revolt against the government that was oppressing. Not only was the world outside of Anna’s house sad and cold, but the life inside as well. Anna’s prayers were not answered to help resolve or save a lost love and or the cruelty in her country. This is one of my favorite poems of all time. There is such relatable understanding in her words; you can feel the pain that she is in and taste the wine that she so bitterly and sadly drinks.