The Victory ~ Anna Akhmatova Poems
Over a pier, the first beacon inflamed -
The vanguard of other sea-rangers;
The mariner cried and bared his head;
He sailed with death beside and ahead
In seas, packed with furious dangers.
By our doors Great Victory stays ...
But how we'll glory her advent?
Let women lift higher the children! They blessed
With life mid a thousand thousands deaths -
Thus will be the dearest answered.
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