The garden rang with music <br />Of inexpressible despair. <br />A dish of oysters spread on ice <br />Smelled like the ocean, fresh and sharp. <br /> <br />He told me: 'I'm a faithful friend!'- <br />And lightly touched my dress. <br />How different from embraces <br />The touch of those two hands. <br /> <br />That's how one strokes a cat or bird <br />Or looks at slender lady riders… <br />Just laughter in his quiet eyes, <br />Beneath his light gold lashes. <br /> <br />And the despondent voices of the violins <br />Sing out beyond the hanging smoke: <br />'Give blessings to heaven above <br />At last you're alone with your beloved.'<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-evening-3/
