Now no-one will be listening to songs.
The days long prophesied have come to pass.
The world has no more miracles. Don’t break
My heart, song, but be still: you are the last.
Not long ago you took your morning flight
With all a swallow’s free accomplishment.
Now that you are a hungry beggar-woman,
Don’t go knocking at the stranger’s gate.
– by Анна Ахматова (Anna Akhmatova) (1917)
– from Подорожник (Plantain/Wayside Grass, 1921) translation by D. M. Thomas