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ClassicsAnna 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 **** 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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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 **** 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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Anna Akhmatova
1889 - 1966/Russian