She was o’er us like a star o’er an ocean, Seeking the last, decuman wave with beams, You gave her name of woe and commotion, And ne’er – of gladness of our sacred dreams. At day, she circled over us – a swallow; A smile – she blossomed on our scarlet lips… At night, she choked both us, the hollow, With her cold hand – in different cities’ deeps. Not touched by single of all glorifications, Forgetful of the sins’ existing host, Bend o’er our sleepless bed-heads, with dark passion, She murmurs verses, desperate and cursed.
“And the Last” by Anna Akhmatova
See you tomorrow! –The Daily Blini
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