Now no-one will be listening to songs. <br />The days long prophesied have come to pass. <br />The world has no more miracles. Don't break <br />My heart, song, but be still: you are the last. <br /> <br />Not long ago you took your morning flight <br />With all a swallow's free accomplishment. <br />Now that you are a hungry beggar-woman, <br />Don't go knocking at the stranger's gate.<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-no-one-will-be-listening-to-songs/
