Anna Akhmatova

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Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave.

This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered
By angel's choirs; fire melted sky.
He asked his Father:"Why am I abandoned...?"
And told his Mother: "Mother, do not cry..."

Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned.
Peter sank into the stone trance...
Only there, where Mother stood alone,
None has dared cast a single glance.

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  • isobeldewey972

    wow, this poem gave me chills! I can truely feel the emotions and it kinda made me tear up a bit. I love the part about the fire melting sky and the Mother not crying, so powerful. Also, how the poem describes the reactions of Magdalena and Peter, it's so real. Definetely enjoyed reading this poem, a nice break from my endless homework 🙂