Anna Akhmatova

(23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)

Memory Of Sun - Poem by Anna Akhmatova

Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
Grass grows yellower.
Faintly if at all the early snowflakes
Hover, hover.

Water becoming ice is slowing in
The narrow channels.
Nothing at all will happen here again,
Will ever happen.

Against the sky the willow spreads a fan
The silk's torn off.
Maybe it's better I did not become
Your wife.

Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
What is it? -- Dark?
Perhaps! Winter will have occupied us
In the night.


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  • (2/22/2010 11:57:00 PM)


    Water becoming ice is slowing in
    The narrow channels.
    Nothing at all will happen here again,
    Will ever happen.

    Against the sky the willow spreads a fan
    The silk's torn off.
    a great puzzle.....in...
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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