Saturday, June 25, 2011

Anna Akhmatova

The Call
(From the "Middle Night Poems")
1963Which a sonata will you be
Hidden by me in – with a care?
How uneasily, for me
Will call you, utterly unfair
Because so close and so good
You were for me, tho’ for a moment…
Your dream – dissolving in a solvent,
Where death – just levy to the mute.

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