My hands clasped under a veil, dim and hazy… <br />'Why are you so pale and upset?' <br />That’s because I today made him crazy <br />With the sour wine of regret. <br /> <br />Can't forget! He got out, astound, <br />With his mouth distorted by pain... <br />I, not touching the railing, ran down, <br />I was running to him till the lane. <br /> <br />Fully choked, I cried, 'That's a joke -- <br />All that was. You get out, I'll die.' <br />And he smiled very calmly, like stroke: <br />'It is windy right here -- pass by.'<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-hands-clasped-under-a-veil/
