Anna Akhmatova

How terribly the body has changed,

How withered the tormented mouth!

I didn't want a death like this,

I didn't set this date.

 

It seemed to me that stormcloud with stormcloud

Collided somewhere on high,

And a flying flash of lightning 

And a voice of great joy 

Decended, like angels, upon me.

1913. -p245