Bella Akhmadulina

(1937 – 2010)

Rain Flogs My Face... - Poem by Bella Akhmadulina

Rain flogs my face and collar-bones,
a thunderstorm roars over musts.
You thrust upon my flesh and soul,
like tempests upon ships do thrust.

I do not want, at all, to know,
what will befall to me the next -
would I be smashed against my woe,
or thrown into happiness.

In awe and gaiety elated,
like a ship, that's going tempests through,
I am not sorry that I've met you,
and not afraid to love you, too.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, November 4, 2013


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