Here you will find thePoemGreetings!of poet Anna Akhmatova
Do you hear the soft rustle beside your table? Don't bother to write for I'll come to you. Is it possible you are angry with me like the last time? You say that you don't want to see my hands, my hands or my eyes. I am with you in your bright, simple room. Don't chase me away to where the cold, murky water flows under the bridge.
