Poetry

Anna Akhmatova Don’t taunt your heart with earthly joys

Don’t taunt your heart with earthly joys,
Don’t cleave to your wife and home,
Take the bread from your child’s mouth,
So you can give it to a stranger.

Be the humblest servant of the man
Who was your bitterest enemy,
Call the woodland creatures kin,
And don’t ask God for anything.

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