Anna Akhmatova

• The city, always my beloved..., by Rupert Moreton
  The city, always my beloved, / In its December silence seemed / Today as on it I reflected / The sum of all in vain I’d dreamed. For all that i...
• This wintry city where I wandered..., by Irina Zheleznova
  This wintry city where I wandered, / A child, my youthful heart entranced — / What is it but a fortune squandered, / A gained and lost inheritan...