Under her dark veil she wrung her hands.
"Why are you so pale today?"
"Because I made him drink of stinging grief
Until he got drunk on it.
How can I forget? He staggered out,
His mouth twisted in agony.
I ran down not touching the bannister
And caught up with him at the gate.
I cried: 'A joke!
That's all it was. If you leave, I'll die.'
He smiled calmly and grimly
And told me: 'Don't stand here in the wind.' "
Under Her Dark Veil
Anna Akhmatova
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Poem topics: dark, grief, today, wind, joke, mouth, forget, stand, drink, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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