Leave a poem on a mirror,
with chalk on a sidewalk,
in your love’s lunchbox.
Here’s one to share:
I will leave your white house and tranquil garden.
Let life be empty and bright.
You, and only you, I shall glorify in my poems,
As a woman has never been able to do.
And you remember the beloved
For whose eyes you created this paradise,
But I deal in rare commodities—
I sell your love and tenderness.
—Anna Akhmatova, translated by Judith Hemschemeyer
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