Anna Akhmatova
- Ever since St. Agrafena’s day..., by Andrey Kneller
Ever since St. Agrafena’s day, /
He has kept my crimson shawl. /
He gloats like King David, enthralled. /
His frosty cell has walls of gray, /
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- He snatched my red handkerchief..., by Seraphina Powell
He snatched my red handkerchief /
on June twenty-third, my birthday. /
He hasn’t given it back, /
acts like nothing happened; /
just triumphs in s...