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Diciembre 24, 2007
"The door is half open..."
The door is half open,
The sweet smell of limes . . .
On the table, forgotten,
A whip and a glove.
The lamp's yellow glow . . .
Things rustle all round.
Why did you go?
I don't understand.
More clearly I'll see
Tomorrow with fresh eyes
That life is beautiful.
Heart, just be wise.
You're completely worn out—
Beating sluggishly . . .
You know, I read somewhere
That souls do not die.
17 February 1911, Tsarskoye Selo
Anna Akhmatova
Posted by sarita at Diciembre 24, 2007 10:35 AM