Favorite Poet ~ Anna Akhmatova

Anna Akhmatova
Anna Akhmatova

Red Winged Birds (1917)

I hear always the sad voices
of summer
passing like red winged birds
over the high grass

I do not need your loving words
or hurried kiss
as night comes down
in the place where we once lived
innocent as children,
and happier.

 

Bird
Bird

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