The worse the previous century? really…

The worse the previous century? really
the, in a daze of grief and anxiety
He touched to the blackest ulcer,
But it could not heal.

Even in the west earthly sun shines
And the cities of the roof in its rays shine,
But here too the white house crosses marks
And is calling crows, and ravens fly.
1919

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Anna Akhmatova
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