A Quote by Anna Akhmatova

And from my motionless bronze-lidded sockets may the melting snow, like teardrops, slowly trickle and a prison dove coo somewhere, over and over, as the ships sail softly down the flowing Neva.

Anna Akhmatova (1888 - 1966)

Source: Requiem, composed mainly 1935–1940, Epilogue [composed 1940], II

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