
To an Artist
Your work that to my inward sight still comes, Fruit of your graced labours: The gold of always-autumnal limes, The … Continue reading To an Artist
Your work that to my inward sight still comes, Fruit of your graced labours: The gold of always-autumnal limes, The … Continue reading To an Artist
In Dream Black and enduring separation I share equally with you. Why weep? Give me your hand, Promise me you … Continue reading Anna Akhmatova – Selected Poems