From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   The first ray - as the blessing of the Lord -   
   Across the face of the beloved did creep,   
   Who, sleeping, went a little pale,   
   And then again more tightly went to sleep.   
      
   It seemed that warmth of ray of sun   
   Appeared unto his vision like a kiss...   
   And long with these my lips I have not touched   
   The tan strong shoulder or the dear lips.   
      
   And now, the deceased spirits in my long   
   Disconsolate wandering along the way,   
   I am now flying toward him as a song   
   And I caress him with a morning ray.   
      
   By Anna Akhmatova   
   Translated from Russian 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)