As a white stone in the well's cool deepness, <br />There lays in me one wonderful remembrance. <br />I am not able and don't want to miss this: <br />It is my torture and my utter gladness. <br /> <br />I think, that he whose look will be directed <br />Into my eyes, at once will see it whole. <br />He will become more thoughtful and dejected <br />Than someone, hearing a story of a dole. <br /> <br />I knew: the gods turned once, in their madness, <br />Men into things, not killing humane senses. <br />You've been turned in to my reminiscences <br />To make eternal the unearthly sadness.<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-a-white-stone-in-the-well-s-cool-deepness/
