I -- am your voice, the warmth of your breath, <br />I -- am the reflection of your face, <br />The futile trembling of futile wings, <br />I am with you to he end, in any case. <br /> <br />That's why you so fervently love <br />Me in my weakness and in my sin; <br />That's why you impulsively gave <br />Me the best of your sons; <br />That's why you never even asked <br />Me for any word of him <br />And blackened my forever-deserted home <br />With fumes of praise. <br />And they say -- it's impossible to fuse more closely, <br />Impossible to love more abandonedly. . . <br /> <br />As the shadow from the body wants to part, <br />As the flesh from the soul wants to separate, <br />So I want now -- to be forgotten..<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-many-2/
