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But Listen, I Am Warning You

But listen, I am warning you
I'm living for the very last time.
Not as a swallow, nor a maple,
Not as a reed, nor as a star,
Not as spring water,
Nor as the toll of bells…
Will I return to trouble men
Nor will I vex their dreams again
With my insatiable moans.




Anna Akhmatova
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
Anna Akhmatova, the wife of Nikolai Gumilev

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