These meeting didn’t leave
Any deep understanding of life,
No secrets and no grief,
Just a sense of struggle and strife.
Since morning, my arms trembled
With restless uncertainty, -
I had guessed the minute you’d enter
This evening to visit me.
I wrung the cloth in my fingers
At the table, sitting so close…
Even then, I started to figure
Just how small this earth truly was.
Anna Akhmatova >