<akhmatova's (title unknown) poem> 2003-04-02.7:03 p.m. (Title Unknown) Anna Akhmatova We don't know how to say good-bye-- We keep wandering arm in arm. Twilight has begun to fall, You are pensive and I keep still. Let's go into a church--we will watch A funeral, christenings, a marriage service, Without looking at each other, we will leave... What's wrong with us? Or let's sit on the trampled snow Of the graveyard, sighing lightly, And with your walking stick you'll outline palaces Where we will be together always. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad