Jacqueline

“I knew: the gods turned once, in their madness,
Men into things, not killing humane senses.
You’ve been turned in to my reminiscences
To make eternal the unearthly sadness.”
― Anna Akhmatova

“We don't know how to say goodbye,
We wander on, shoulder to shoulder
Already the sun is going down
You're moody, and I am your shadow.
Let's step inside a church, hear prayers, masses for the dead
Why are we so different from the rest?
Outside in the graveyard we sit on a frozen branch.

That stick in your hand is tracing
Mansions in the snow in which we will always be together.”
― Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova

“Call me a sinner,
Mock me maliciously:
I was your insomnia,
I was your grief.”
― Anna Akhmatova

“But then he touched the flowers
With the dry tips of his fingers.
"Tell me how men kiss you.
Tell me how you kiss.”
― Anna Akhmatova