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Анна Ахматова

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I want to smell the tender roses,

Before their petals droop and fall

In that one garden in St Petersburg

The most beautiful city in holy Russia

In the whole world this city stands out

There statues will remember me when I was young

And I remember them all under the river Neva.

In the fragrant silence between the Tsars and Putin

I have changed form

No longer a young woman full of hope

Now I am a metal statue on a plinth

In this freezing empty square

For me I prefer to hear the masts of the ship creaking.

As the beautiful swan swims through the ages,

Admiring the beauty of her reflection.

◄ Kōnstantinoupolis

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Stu Buck

Wed 21st Nov 2018 02:36

like this john, especially the idea of the fragrant silence between the iron rule of the tsars and the dictator. very well written.

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