Anna Akhmatova

• A Ghost, by Rupert Moreton
  It’s early, but the hanging globes / Of rasping street-lamps glow are spitting, / More gayly, brightly, falling strobes / Of snowflakes’ glintin...
• The Ghost, by Yevgeny Bonver
  They scrape — the hanging lanterns’ balls, / Which had been lighted so early. / The snow flakes, in their by-falls, / Shine brighter and more fe...
• The specter, by Daniel Weissbort
  In the early evening, the suspended bowls / Of the pale street lamps grate. / Brighter and more festive grows / The whirling spray of flakes. A...