#Swan #poetrymatters @TheSpineView #Akhmatova
The swans are carried on the wind,
the blue sky is bloodied.
The anniversary of the first days
of your love approaches.
You destroyed my powers,
the years flowed like water.
Why haven‘t you grown old,
but remain as you were then?
Your tender voice rings even clearer,
only your trouble-free brow
has been shadowed with snowy distinction
by the wing of time.