From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   This way I prayed: "Slake the dumb thirst   
   Of singing with a sweet libation!"   
   But to the earthling of the earth   
   There can be no liberation.   
      
   Like smoke from sacrifice, that it could not   
   Fly Strength- and Glory-ward - alas -   
   But only clouded at the feet   
   And, as if praying, kissed the grass.   
      
   Thus I, O Lord, before thee bow:   
   Will reach the fire of the sky   
   My lashes that are closed for now   
   And muteness utter and divine?   
      
   By Anna Akhmatova   
   Translated by Ilya Shambat   
   https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)