Crucifix – Anna Akhmatova

Crucifix – Anna Akhmatova

Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave.

This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered
By angel’s choirs; fire melted sky.
He asked his Father:”Why am I abandoned…?”
And told his Mother: “Mother, do not cry…”

Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned.
Peter sank into the stone trance…
Only there, where Mother stood alone,
None has dared cast a single glance.
Anna Akhmatova


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