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.
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- 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...