And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.
Today I have so much to do:
I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again-
Unless . . . Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.
The Sentence
Anna Akhmatova
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Poem topics: house, memory, never, summer, time, today, soul, ready, long, mind, live, manage, window, Valentine's Day, brilliant, stone, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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