I asked the cuckoo ...

Woods, Forest, Trees, Pine Trees, Pine Forest

I asked the cuckoo

How many years I would live ...

The tops of the pine trees quivered,

A yellow ray fell on the grass.

But not a sound in the cool grove ...

I am going home now,

And a cooling brize caresses

My burning brow.

by Anna Akhmatova, translated by Judith Hemschemeyer. Anna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966) is recognized as one of the greatest twentieth-century Russian poets.

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