Tuesday, December 13, 2011

While Listening the Singing by Anna Akhmatova

While Listening the Singing
Anna Akhmatova
( 1889- 1966)

Like a wind, voice of woman is flying,
Seems the black one and wet and of night,
And the things it is easily touching –
All become of the other one kind.

It floods all with the diamond glaring,
Somewhere something it silvers for flash,
And, with its unbelievable dressing
Of a silk, it is making a splash.

And such strengths, such unusual powers
Carry forward the spellbound voice,
As if farther is not grave of ours,
But a ladder the heaven across.

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