Though you are three times more beautiful than angels, Though you are the sister of the river willows, I will kill you with my singing, Without spill… - Anna Akhmatova

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Though you are three times more beautiful than angels,
Though you are the sister of the river willows,
I will kill you with my singing,
Without spilling your blood on the ground.
Not touching you with my hand,
Not giving you one glance, I will stop loving you,
But with your unimaginable groans
I will finally slake my thirst.
From her, who wandered the earth before me,
Crueler than ice, more fiery than flame,
From her, who still exists in the ether — From her you will set me free.