'Oh, and the day was cold,'


Oh, and the day was cold,
In Peter's wondrous city!
The sunset a crimson bonfire,
And slow shadows thickened.

Let him not long for my eyes,
Prophetic and unchanging,
He will have a lifetime of verse,
The prayers of my proud lips.


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Add 'Oh, and the day was cold,' to your library.

Return to the Anna Akhmatova library , or . . . Read the next poem; Petrograd, 1919

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