You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
Rising from the past, my shadow Is running in silence to meet me. - Anna Akhmatova
Rising from the past, my shadow Is running in silence to meet me.
- Anna Akhmatova
There is a sacred, secret line in loving which attraction and even passion cannot cross. - Anna Akhmatova
There is a sacred, secret line in loving which attraction and even passion cannot cross.
Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard. - Anna Akhmatova
Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard.
I go forth to seek To seek and claim the lovely magic garden Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak. - Anna Akhmatova
I go forth to seek To seek and claim the lovely magic garden Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak.
My shadow serves as the friend I crave - Anna Akhmatova
My shadow serves as the friend I crave
You do not know just what you've been forgiven. - Anna Akhmatova
You do not know just what you've been forgiven.
As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future -- a terrible festival of dead leaves. - Anna Akhmatova
As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future -- a terrible festival of dead leaves.
You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms. - Anna Akhmatova
You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.
It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently. - Anna Akhmatova
It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.
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