Magazine December 1, 2008, Issue

The Final Toast

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I drink to the house past all repair,

To the evil of my lifetime, to

The isolation that we share,

I also drink to you;

To lips betraying me with lies,

To the world, severe and grave,

To the deadly coldness of the eyes,

To God, Who did not save.

—ANNA AKHMATOVAJune 27, 1934

translated by Jennifer Reeser


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