Anna Akhmatova

• Song of a Last Encounter, by Robert Chandler
  I walked without dragging my feet / but felt heavy at heart and frightened; / and I pulled onto my left hand / the glove that belonged to the ri...
• Song of our last meeting, by John Woodsworth
  My breast was chilled through, oh so helpless, / But my steps were still very light. / I picked up the glove for the left hand / And put it b...
• Song of the final meeting, by Andrey Kneller
  How helplessly chilled was my chest, yet / My footsteps were nimble and light. / The glove that belonged on my left hand / I unconsciously put o...
• Song Of The Last Meeting, by Donald Michael Thomas
  My breast grew cold and numb, / But my feet were light. / On to my right hand I fumbled / The glove to my left hand. It seemed that there were ...
• Song of the Last Meeting, by A. S. Kline
  My heart was chilled and numb, / But my feet were light. / I fumbled the glove for my left hand / Onto my right. It seemed there were many step...
• The Song of the Final Meeting, by Lyn Coffin
  My breast was bound with a cold band, / And still my steps were light. / The glove intended for my left hand, / I put on my right. At the thoug...
• The Song of the Last Meeting, by Judith Hemschemeyer
  Then helplessly my breast grew cold, / But my steps were light. / I pulled the glove for my left hand / Onto my right. There seemed to be many ...