Anna Akhmatova, Poems Of Akhmatova Quotes
As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future --a terrible festival of dead leaves.
Without love, I'm more at ease, I'm sure. The sky is high, the mountain wind is sweeping, And all my thoughts are innocent and pure.
Once taken by her, you glowedAnd you drank her poisons, content. Because all the stars seemed to grow, And fields had a different scent, Autumn fields.