And Pushkin's exile had begun right here, <br />And Lermontov's expulsion had been 'canceled.' <br />There is the easy grasses' scent on highland. <br />And only once it chanced to me to see it -- <br />Near the lake, where shades of plane-trees hover, <br />In that doom hour before the evening thrusts,-- <br />The dazzling light of the desirous eyes <br />Of Tamara's forever living lover.<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-pushkin-s-exile-had-begun-right-here/
