I Saw My Friend At The Front Door

by Anna Akhmatova

Anna Akhmatova

I saw my friend to the front door
I stood in the golden dust.
Momentous sounds issued
From the little belfry close by.
Tossed! Such a made-up word-
What am I, a flower or a letter?
But my eyes already gaze grimly
Into the darkened looking glass.

Last updated January 14, 2019