Anna Akhmatova

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Shade

`What does a certain woman know of the hour of her death?? - Mandelstam Tallest, suavest of us, why Memory, forcing you to appear from the past, pass down a train, swaying, to find me clear profiled through the window-glass? Angel or bird? How we debated! The poet thought you like translucent straw. Through dark lashes, your eyes, Georgian, looking, with gentleness, on it all. Shade, forgive. Blue skies, Flaubert, Insomnia, late-blooming lilac flower, bring you, and the magnificence of the year, nineteen-thirteen, to mind, and your unclouded temperate afternoon, memory difficult for me now ? Oh, shade!