Love is quiet and cold today
And spring nowhere around now
The iciness dropp fall play
To make us more down somehow
The eyes of the outside desire
That reaches the sunset lay
Is without its tomorrow fire
Heat from the houses won't stay
*Anna Akhmatova, the great lyrical poetess, wrote in winter of 1913:
“Oh, it was a cold day
In Peter’s miraculous city! …”
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