Anna Akhmatova: "White Night"


( here is to my new nigerian friend  ;)) 

"I haven't locked the door, 

Nor lit the candles,
You don't know, don't care,
That tired I haven't the strength
To decide to go to bed.
Seeing the fields fade in
The sunset murk of pine-needles,
And to know all is lost,

That life is a cursed hell: 
I've got drunk
On your voice in the doorway.
I was sure you'd come back
.
"
 

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