Anna Akhmatova

(23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)

I Saw My Friend At The Front Door - Poem by Anna Akhmatova

I saw my friend to the front door
I stood in the golden dust.
Momentous sounds issued
From the little belfry close by.
Tossed! Such a made-up word-
What am I, a flower or a letter?
But my eyes already gaze grimly
Into the darkened looking glass.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010



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