Anna Akhmatova — Answer

Anna Akhmatova — Answer

Стихотворения


The quiet April day has sent me

What a strange missive.

You knew that passionately in me

The scary week is still alive.

I did not hear those ringing bells

That swam along in glazier clear.

For seven days sounded copper laugh

Or poured from eyes a silver tear.

And I, then having closed my face

As for eternal parting's moment,

Lay down and waited for her grace

That was not known yet as torment.