This way I prayed: "Slake the dumb thirstOf singing with a sweet libation!"But to the earthling of the earthThere can be no liberation.Like smoke from sacrifice, that it could notFly Strength- and Glory-ward -- alas -But only clouded at the feetAnd, as if praying, kissed the grass.Thus I, O Lord, before thee bow:Will reach the fire of the skyMy lashes that are closed for nowAnd muteness utter and divine?
-Anna Akhmatova
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