“Natural thunder heralds the wetness of fresh water
high clouds
to quench the thirst of fields gone dry and parched,
a messenger of blessed rain,
but this was as dry as hell must be.
My distraught perception refused
to believe it, because of the insane
suddenness with which it sounded, swelled and hit,
and how casually it came
to murder my child.”

— Anna Akhmatova

"The First Long Range Artillery Fire On Leningrad," translated by Daniela Gioseffi (1993)

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Russian modernist poet 1889–1966

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