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'A cast-iron fence,'
by Anna Akhmatova
A Cast-Iron Fence (1921) evokes a moment of stillness beside an old church, where the weight of memory and the passage of time press against the living. "A cast-iron fence, / And a few reliable pines."
A cast-iron fence,
A bed of pine,
How sweet that I no longer
Need to be jealous.
A bed's made for me
With sobbing and prayer;
Now go wherever on earth
You wish, God bless you!
Now your ears won't burn
With frenzied speech,
Now a candle won't flicker
Till the dawn.
We've achieved a peace,
And immaculate days…
You weep – I'm not worth
A single one of your tears.
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