and the voice of man was never dear to me,


but the breeze’s voice—that I could understand.
but the breeze’s voice—that I could understand.
The burdock and the nettle I preferred, (Anna Akhmatova, trans. Jennifer Reeser)
The burdock and the nettle I preferred, (Anna Akhmatova, trans. Jennifer Reeser)

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