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Anna Akhmatova

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Such grief might make the mountain stoop,
reverse the waters where they flow,
but cannot burst these ponderous bolts
that block us from the prison cells
crowded with mortal woe...
--
The mountains bow before this anguish, The great river does not flow. In mortal sadness the convicts languish; The bolts stay frozen.
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Translated by D. M. Thomas

 
Anna Akhmatova

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