I Wrung My Hands

I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . .
"Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?"
-- Because I have made my loved one drunk
with an astringent sadness.

I'll never forget. He went out, reeling;
his mouth was twisted, desolate. . .
I ran downstairs, not touching the banisters,
and followed him as far as the gate.

And shouted, choking: "I meant it all
in fun. Don't leave me, or I'll die of pain."
He smiled at me -- oh so calmly, terribly --
and said: "Why don't you get out of the rain?"

by Anna Akhmatova

Comments (7)

Most unfortunate situation in the world! Let us hope good sense will prevail over all and a better society is born in 2008. 'Sabko sanmathi dhe Bhagawan' - Givegood sense to all! My God!
I prefer the Frankenstein approach, with the lightning bolts. Crud. Too late, Bush is alive and we forgot to put a brain in there. -chuck
Totalitiariansm (did I spell that right! ?) closer to it than we think? Moyax
True words Patricia
I liked it very much, but the last line really let it down.
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