Along the Hard Crust ~ Anna Akhmatova
Along the hard crust of deep snows,
To the secret,
white house of yours,
So gentle and quiet – we both
Are walking, in silence half-lost.
And sweeter than all songs,
sung ever,
Are this dream, becoming the truth,
Entwined twigs’ a-nodding with favor,
The light ring of your silver spurs...
July 25, 2005
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