Treasure Island

Anna Akhmatova

(23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)

Poems of Anna Akhmatova

In Memory of M.B.

Here is my gift, not roses on your grave,
not sticks of burning incense.
You lived aloof, maintaining to the end
your magnificent disdain.
You drank wine, and told the wittiest jokes,
and suffocated inside stifling walls.
Alone you let the terrible stranger in,
and stayed with her alone.

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