Now no-one will be listening to songs.
The days long prophesied have come to pass.
The world has no more miracles. Don't break
My heart, song, but be still: you are the last.
Not long ago you took your morning flight
With all a swallow's free accomplishment.
Now that you are a hungry beggar-woman,
Don't go knocking at the stranger's gate.
Now No-one Will Be Listening To Songs
Anna Akhmatova
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Poem topics: heart, song, woman, world, flight, morning, stranger, hungry, break, long, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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