“We shall not sip from the same glass, No water for us, or sweet wine; We’ll not embrace at morning, Not gaze from the same sill at night; You breathe the sun, I the moon, Yet the one love keeps… — Anna Ahkmatova Copy Share
“We shall not sip from the same glass, No water for us, or sweet wine; We’ll not embrace at morning, Not gaze from the same sill at night; You breathe the sun, I the moon, Yet the one love keeps us alive. Always with me, tender, true friend, And your smiling friend’s with you. But I know the pain in… — Anna Ahkmatova Copy Share
“As the future ripens in the past... a terrible festival of dead leaves” — Anna Ahkmatova Copy Share Image
