In Through the Looking Glass - Akhmatova

Oh, that benavyatam, Diva,
Cyprus and Memphis ...
Hor.

Beauty is very young,
But not from this century,
The two of us will not happen - that, third,
We will not leave never.
You move the chair to her,
I generously share it with flowers ...
What do we do - not the loan itself,
But every moment we are afraid.
As released from prison,
We know something about each other
horrible. We are in the infernal circle,
Or maybe, it is not we.
5 July 1963
Komarovo

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