Why is this age worse than earlier ages? <br />In a stupor of grief and dread <br />have we not fingered the foulest wounds <br />and left them unhealed by our hands? <br /> <br />In the west the falling light still glows, <br />and the clustered housetops glitter in the sun, <br />but here Death is already chalking the doors with crosses, <br />and calling the ravens, and the ravens are flying in.<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-is-this-age-worse/
