Anna Akhmatova

Here you will find the Poem I Saw My Friend At The Front Door of poet Anna Akhmatova

I Saw My Friend At The Front Door

I saw my friend to the front door
I stood in the golden dust.
Momentous sounds issued
From the little belfry close by.
Tossed! Such a made-up word-
What am I, a flower or a letter?
But my eyes already gaze grimly
Into the darkened looking glass.