Anna Akhmatova (Russian Literature Out of the Stacks)

Parting

Twilit and downward turning
I see my path ahead.
Just yesterday, still burning,
"Do not forget" he said.
Now all I had is leveled
But winds and shepherd's cries,
And cedar trees disheveled
Where limpid waters rise.

1914



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