Here you will find the Poem To fall ill as one should, deliriously of poet Anna Akhmatova
To fall ill as one should, deliriously Hot, meet everyone again, To stroll broad avenues in the seashore garden Full of the wind and the sun. Even the dead, today, have agreed to come, And the exiles, into my house. Lead the child to me by the hand. Long I have missed him. I shall eat blue grapes with those who are dead, Drink the iced Wine, and watch the gray waterfall pour On to the damp flint bed. ----------------------- Behind the lake the moon's not stirred And seems to be a window through Into a silent, well-lit house, Where something unpleasant has occured. Has the master been brought home dead, The mistress run off with a lover, Or has a little girl gone missing, And her shoes found by the creek-bed . . . We can't see. But feel some awful thing, And we don't want to talk. Doleful, the cry of eagle-owls, and hot In the garden the wind is blustering.
