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Monday, January 20, 2020

Poetry break.

I have been feeling despair over the currently political environment. Who better to describe despair than Russian poet Anna Akhmatova.


Last Toast by Anna Akhmatova

Translated from the Russian by Katie Farris and Ilya Kaminsky



I drink to our ruined house
To the evil of my life
To our loneliness together
And I drink to you—
To the lying lips that have betrayed us,
To the dead-cold eyes,
To the fact that the world is brutal and coarse
To the fact that God did not save us.

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