Anna Akhmatova

• Evening Room, by A. S. Kline
  I speak those words, today, that come / Only once, born in the spirit. / Bees hum on white chrysanthemum: / There’s the must of an old sachet. ...
• Evening room, by Andrey Kneller
  These words I speak now come to me but once / To blossom in my soul and quickly fade. / A bee is buzzing, settling on white mums, / And there’s ...
• I speak in those words suddenly..., by Donald Michael Thomas
  I speak in those words suddenly / That rise once in the soul. So sharply comes / The musty odour of an old sachet, / A bee hums on a white chrys...