DREAM
Black and hard detachment
that I stand as thou.
Why do you cry? Give me better to hand,
promise to return in a dream.
We are like two mountains,
We not meet again in this world.
If only, when midnight comes,
you send me a greeting with the stars.
(Anna Andreevna Akhmatova)
http://www.amazon.it/Selected-Poems-Anna-Andreevna-Akhmatova/dp/0002710412
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