“Because love’s silence for the soul
Is too unbearably immense.”
More from Anna Akhmatova
“If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly And my low spirits would brighten up.”
“You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.”
“You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.”
“See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us…”