Here you will find the Poem Now no-one will be listening to songs of poet Anna Akhmatova
Now no-one will be listening to songs. The days long prophesied have come to pass. The world has no more miracles. Don't break My heart, song, but be still: you are the last. Not long ago you took your morning flight With all a swallow's free accomplishment. Now that you are a hungry beggar-woman, Don't go knocking at the stranger's gate.
