Posted on 31 December, 2020 by thebestnchic ‘I asked the cuckoo’ by Anna Akhmatova I asked the cuckoo: How many years will I live? … The tips of the pine-trees quivered, A yellow ray shone on the grass. Yet no sound in the cool grove… Now I am going home, And a refreshing breeze Kisses my burning brow. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestWhatsApp Related Post navigationPrevious post: “Broad Gold, the Evening”Next post: ‘I’ve written down the words’