It ceased – the voice, inimitable here, <br />The peer of groves left forever us, <br />He changed himself into eternal ear... <br />Into the rain, of that sang more than once. <br /> <br />And all the flowers, that grow under heavens, <br />Began to flourish – to meet the going death… <br />But suddenly it got the silent one and saddened – <br />The planet, bearing the humble name, the Earth.<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-boris-pasternak/
