My hands clasped under a veil, dim and hazy...
'Why are you so pale and upset?'
That-s because I today made him crazy
With the sour wine of regret.
Can't forget! He got out, astound,
With his mouth distorted by pain...
I, not touching the railing, ran down,
I was running to him till the lane.
Fully choked, I cried, 'That's a joke --
All that was. You get out, I'll die.'
And he smiled very calmly, like stroke:
'It is windy right here -- pass by.'
My Hands Clasped Under A Veil
Anna Akhmatova
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Poem topics: crazy, pain, running, today, joke, mouth, forget, regret, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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