Anna Akhmatova

(23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)

My Hands Clasped Under A Veil - Poem by Anna Akhmatova

My hands clasped under a veil, dim and hazy…
'Why are you so pale and upset?'
That’s because I today made him crazy
With the sour wine of regret.

Can't forget! He got out, astound,
With his mouth distorted by pain...
I, not touching the railing, ran down,
I was running to him till the lane.

Fully choked, I cried, 'That's a joke --
All that was. You get out, I'll die.'
And he smiled very calmly, like stroke:
'It is windy right here -- pass by.'


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010



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