Anna Akhmatova

(23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)

The Sentence - Poem by Anna Akhmatova

And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.

Today I have so much to do:
I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again—

Unless . . . Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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