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Akhmatova: grief, revolution, icebergs - Andrea Gibbons
I I found out how faces wilt How beneath eyelids fear looks out how suffering cheeks become stiff pages of cuneiform How black hair Is suddenly made ashen. And how, on submissive lips, smiles wither and fright trembles in a small dry laugh. And I do not pray for myself only But for all who … Continue reading Akhmatova: grief, revolution, icebergs →