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| User: | nightsquall (64555)
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| Name: | Stephen Kett |
| Birthdate: | 12-29 |
| Bio: | 
-Stephen Kett-
And a decrepit handful of trees.
- Pushkin
And I grew up in patterned tranquility,
In the cool nursery of the young century.
And the voice of man was not dear to me,
But the voice of the wind I could understand.
I liked burdocks and nettles,
But best of all the silver willow.
And, obligingly, it lived
With me all my life; its weeping branches
Fanned my insomnia with dreams.
And—strange!—I have outlived it.
There the stump stands; with strange voices
Other willows are conversing
Under our, under those skies.
And I am silent....As if a brother had died.
January 18, 1940
Anna Akhmatova |
| Schools: | None listed |
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| Member of: | 2: richfield, richfield_ooc |
| Account type: | Early Free User |
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