If you were music I would listen to you ceaselessly And my low spirits would brighten up.
Anna AkhmatovaI know beginnings, I know endings too, and life-in-death, and something else I'd rather not recall just now.
Anna AkhmatovaThe celebrations Of secret nonmeetings are empty, Unspoken conversations, Unuttered words. Glances that don't intersect Don't know where to come to rest. And only the tears rejoice Because they can flow and flow. Sweetbrier around Moscow, Alas! Somehow it is here ... And all this they will call Love eternal.
Anna Akhmatova