How Many Demands... - Poem by Anna Akhmatova

How many demands the beloved can make! The woman discarded, none. How glad I am that today the water Under the colorless ice is motionless. And I stand – Christ help me! – On this shroud that is brittle and bright, But save my letters So that our descendants can decide, So that you, courageous and wise, Will be seen by them with greater clarity. Perhaps we may leave some gaps In your…
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