segunda-feira, 23 de junho de 2014
Anna Akhmatova - 23/06/1889
De profundis…My generation Had been fed without honey. Aft that
Just a wind sings in gloomy recession,
And remembrance of them who is dead.
Our business have never been finished,
Our time had been marked by the end;
‘Till the watershed of our wishing,
‘Till the spring’s top, that might be so grand,
‘Till the blooming with fiery passion –
There was distance in only one breath…
By two wars, my generation,
Had been lighted your awful path.