“You will hear thunder and remember me,
and think: she wanted storms.”
More from Anna Akhmatova
“If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly And my low spirits would brighten up.”
“Because love’s silence for the soul Is too unbearably immense.”
“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…”