Anna Akhmatova

(23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)

Poems of Anna Akhmatova

White Night

I haven't locked the door,
Nor lit the candles,
You don't know, don't care,
That tired I haven't the strength
To decide to go to bed.
Seeing the fields fade in
The sunset murk of pine-needles,
And to know all is lost,

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