“Faintly if at all the early snowflakes: hover, hover.”
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.”
“Because love’s silence for the soul Is too unbearably immense.”
“You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.”