DPF / Akhmatova

For one place to look for muses is here, in The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova, translated by Juidth Hemschemeyer and edited by Roberta Reeder.

from The White House / by Anna Akhmatova

But someone has carried it off,
Taken it to another town,
Or torn from my memory forever
The road that leads there…

The sound of the bagpipes dies down,
Snow flies, like cherry blossoms…
And it’s obvious nobody knows
That the white house is gone.

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