But Listen, I Am Warning You
But listen, I am warning you
I'm living for the very last time.
Not as a swallow, nor a maple,
Not as a reed, nor as a star,
Not as spring water,
Nor as the toll of bells...
Will I return to trouble men
Nor will I vex their dreams again
With my insatiable moans.
~1940
1 comment:
Thanks again, dearheart for the Akhmatova poem. This one cut pretty close for me because on the eve of my 61st birthday, I share its sentiments.
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