Anna Akhmatova
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Zinaida Serebriakova, Anna Akhmatova (1922) wikipaintings
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Four Seasons Of the YearCollection Of Poems by Anna Akhmatova
Anna Akhmatova
Translated by Yevgeny Bonver
I shall return today right there,
Where I had been at spring.
I’m neither sorry, nor unfair -
I only darkness bring.
It’s very deep, it’s like velvet,
It’s dearest to us
Like a dry leaf from a tree fled,
Like a wind’s whistle, that’s lone spread
Over the smooth of ice.
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