by Anna Akhmatova
It ceased - the voice, inimitable here,
The peer of groves left forever us,
He changed himself into eternal ear...
Into the rain, of that sang more than once.
And all the flowers, that grow under heavens,
Began to flourish - to meet the going death…
But suddenly it got the silent one and saddened -
The planet, bearing the humble name, the Earth.
Last updated January 14, 2019