MywholeBeingcriesout.

‘I prayed for them once if I may believe an old view it has faded.’

Confused reckons

Pray my prayer to sleep again, spare my words, my witness

They cause my words

I depart after meeting Jesus in a dream

I arrive- then fall.

Then in algebra, I, inarticulate.

How it is— Beckett, Samuel, 1906-1989.

Poem penned by me, comprised and inspired by words of Beckett.

Technique of the fold on the shoulder -unknown

Mandelstam perceived intuitively that Akhmatova had been marked by destiny with the gift of creation, for which she would pay by great suffering.