I finally wrote down the words
That for so long I dared not say.
I have a dull headache,
And my body is strangely numb.
— Anna Akhmatova (2006) The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova, Boston: Zephyr Press, p. 92
Along the hard crust of deep snows,
To the secret, white house of yours,
So gentle and quiet – we both
Are walking, in silence half-lost.
And sweeter than all songs, sung ever,
Are this dream, becoming the truth,
Entwined twigs’ a-nodding with favor,
The light ring of your silver spurs…