Here you will find thePoemMy hands clasped under a veilof poet Anna Akhmatova
My hands clasped under a veil, dim and hazy? 'Why are you so pale and upset?' That?s because I today made him crazy With the sour wine of regret. Can't forget! He got out, astound, With his mouth distorted by pain... I, not touching the railing, ran down, I was running to him till the lane. Fully choked, I cried, 'That's a joke -- All that was. You get out, I'll die.' And he smiled very calmly, like stroke: 'It is windy right here -- pass by.'
