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The Song of the Final Meeting
My breast was bound with a cold band, And still my steps were light. The glove intended for my left hand, I put on my right. At the thought of the stairs, I grew faint-hearted, But I knew, there were only three! An autumnal whisper in the maples started Begging: "Die with me! "Fate cheated me--- fate, so abysmal, So moody and full of spite..." I answered: " My dear! I too am dismal. I'll die with you tonight..." The final meeting: I stood on the road. The house was as dark as shame. Only, in the bedroom, candles showed An indifferent yellow flame.
by Anna Akhmatova |