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With Love & 20-20 Vision
Comin' Thro the Rye

- Bài dự thi đạt giải nhất cuộc thi
"Quyển sách làm thay đổi cuộc đời"

THE LAST ROSE
You will write about us on a slant
J. Brodsky 

With Morozova I should bow and obey,
I should rise with the smoke from Dido's pyre,
I should dance with Salome,
And thus be again with Joan in the fire. 

Oh Lord! You see how tired one grows
Of resurrection, and dying, and living,
Take it all except this crimson rose-
Let me feel the freshness of the gift it's giving.
1962

F. P. Morozova: 1632-1675, called Feodora after she became a nun,
a saint in the Old Believers' church.
She was a follower of Avvakurr and died in prison as a martyr.
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Like a white stone in the depths of a well,
One memory glimmers deep within my soul.
I can't, I don't want to fight its spell,
Joy and pain together make up its whole. 

It always seems to me that he who looks
Deep in my eyes will see it without fail,
Become more thoughtful, sadder than in books,
Than someone listening to a mournful tale. 

For gods, I know, it's not a great endeavor,
Turning people to things for easy glory.
So that wondrous sadness may live forever,
You've been turned into my memory.
1916
Akhmatova

Note: To U, Crimson Rose!
You've been turned into my memory.

NQT

Music
for D.D.S. 

 A flame burns within her, miraculously,
While you look, her edges crystallize.
She alone will draw near and speak to me
When others are afraid to meet my eyes.
She was with me even in my grave
When the last of my friends turned away,
And she sang like the first storm heaven gave,
Or as if flowers were having their say.
1958
Akhmatova 

D.D.S: Dimitri D. Shostakovitch [1906-1975] a great Russian composer 

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[Note: To U, Crimson M. NQT]