Anna Akhmatova

(23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)

In Dream - Poem by Anna Akhmatova

Black and enduring separation
I share equally with you.
Why weep? Give me your hand,
Promise me you will come again.
You and I are like high
Mountains and we can't move closer.
Just send me word
At midnight sometime through the stars.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010



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