Akhmatova, "О тебе воспоминаю я редко"

A work ("You I recall but rarely") by this Russian poet.  You can read the original here.
 
You I recall but rarely,
Your fate I shan't pursue,
Yet my soul's slate's swept barely
Of phatic words with you.

Your red house, willfully passed,
Your red house dusks the river.
I know I have trespassed
Before your calm sun's shiver.

Though you as prostrate nurse
Did not avow love's reign;
Though you in flaxen verse
Did not extend my pain;

A future spell is cast.
Were evening fully blue,
I would foresee at last
Eventful words with you.