The Last Toast Poem by Anna Akhmatova
The Last Toast
Rating: ★2.7
I drink to home, that is lost,
To evil life of mine,
To loneness in which we’re both,
And to your future, fine, --
To lips by which I was betrayed,
To eyes that deathly cold,
To that that the world is bad and that
We were not saved by God.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: evil,future,lips
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