Anna Akhmatova — But listen, I am warning you

Anna Akhmatova — But listen, I am warning you

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But listen, I am warning you

I’m living for the very last time.

Not as a swallow, nor a maple,

Not as a reed, nor as a star,

Not as spring water,

Nor as the toll of bells…

Will I return to trouble men

Nor will I vex their dreams again

With my insatiable moans.