I Saw My Friend At The Front Door – Anna Akhmatova

I Saw My Friend At The Front Door – Anna Akhmatova

I saw my friend to the front door
I stood in the golden dust.
Momentous sounds issued
From the little belfry close by.
Tossed! Such a made-up word-
What am I, a flower or a letter?
But my eyes already gaze grimly
Into the darkened looking glass.

Anna Akhmatova

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