Poetry
Anna Akhmatova – Now the pillow’s
Now the pillow’s
Hot on both sides.
A second candle
Dies, the ravens cry
Endlessly.
No sleep all night,
Too late to think of sleep…
How unbearably white
The blind’s white deep.
Hello, Morning!
Now the pillow’s
Hot on both sides.
A second candle
Dies, the ravens cry
Endlessly.
No sleep all night,
Too late to think of sleep…
How unbearably white
The blind’s white deep.
Hello, Morning!