Here you will find the Poem Song Of The Final Meeting of poet Anna Akhmatova
My breast grew helplessly cold, But my steps were light. I pulled the glove from my left hand Mistakenly onto my right. It seemed there were so many steps, But I knew there were only three! Amidst the maples an autumn whisper Pleaded: 'Die with me! I'm led astray by evil Fate, so black and so untrue.' I answered: 'I, too, dear one! I, too, will die with you?' This is a song of the final meeting. I glanced at the house's dark frame. Only bedroom candles burning With an indifferent yellow flame.
