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Anna Akhmatova - Reading `Hamlet`
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The lot by the graves was a dusty hot land;
The river behind -- blue and cool.   
You told me, "Well, go to a convent,
Or go marry a fool..." 
Princes always say that, being placid or fierce,
But I cherish this speech, short and poor --
Let it flow and shine through a thousand years,
Like from shoulders do mantles of fur.  

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And, as if  in wrong occasion,
I said, "Thou," else...
And an easy smile of pleasure
Lit up dear face.

From such lapses, told or mental,
Every cheek would blaze.
I love you as forty gentle
Sisters love and bless.
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