'I've written down the words'

by Anna Akhmatova

　　That I've not dared to speak.

　　My body's strangely dumb.

　　Dully my head beats.

　　The horn cries have died.

　　The heart's still confused.

　　On the croquet lawn, light

　　Autumn snowflakes fused.

　　Let the last leaves rustle!

　　Let last thoughts torment!

　　I don't wish to trouble

　　Those used to happiness.

　　Iforgive those lips, eyes

　　Of yours, their cruel jest…

　　Oh, tomorrow we'll ride

　　That first wintry sledge.

　　Drawing-room candles will glow

　　More tenderly in the day.

　　Of conservatory roses,

　　I'll bring a whole bouquet.