I Wrung My Hands
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . . "Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?" -- Because I have made my loved one drunk with an astringent sadness. I'll never forget. He went out, reeling; his mouth was twisted, desolate. . . I ran downstairs, not touching the banisters, and followed him as far as the gate. And shouted, choking: "I meant it all in fun. Don't leave me, or I'll die of pain." He smiled at me -- oh so calmly, terribly -- and said: "Why don't you get out of the rain?" Kiev, 1911
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"I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . ...."
Exploring the themes of classic, Anna Akhmatova delivers a powerful performance in "I Wrung My Hands"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...