The Greyeyed King   by Anna Akhmatova

Ksey_Gan

Glory to you, hopeless dull  pain!

The grey-eyed king died yesterday.

 

The autumn evening was stuffy and scarlet,

My husband, returning, said calmly but sad:

 

"You know, they brought him from hunterment,

They found his body by the old oak, recumbent.

 

It's a pity about the queen. So young woman,

In one night she turned grey, perish lantern.

 

I found my pipe on the our fireplace

And went to work at night. See your face”

 

I'll wake my daughter now, in a moment,

I will look into her grey eyes innocent

 

And the poplars rustle outside the window:

"There is no more king on earth for you, children!”

  • Author: Ksey_Gan (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 17th, 2025 13:36
  • Category: Sad
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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem setts a mood a solemn one and the grey eyes seem to be a common theme. Most lovely



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