This meeting is by no glorified…

This meeting is by no glorified,
And without songs sadness settled.
There was a cool summer,
Like a new life began.

Arch stone sky seems,
Yellow flame wounded,
And we need our daily bread
I have one word of it.

You, dew sprinkled grass,
West quicken my soul, –
Not for passion, not for fun,
For the great earthly love.

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Anna Akhmatova
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