Love By Anna Akhmatova
With serpent it's woven in clew
near heart it makes sorcery truly,
with pigeon all days it is new,
It's cooing in white window newly.
Then in a bright frost it will spark,
In slumber of gillyflower
it will show itself, it is mark
of gladness and peace and good hour.
I know it is crying so sweet
in violin's pray longing style
And it's scary to find out its weep
again and again in new smile.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Anna Akhmatova
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2018
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