Anna Akhmatova: Teacher – In Memory of Innokenty Annensky
And the one whom I think of as the teacher
Passed like a shade and left no shadow.
He drank all the torpor, all the poison,
And waited himself in vain for fame.
He who was the omen, and the portent,
Had compassion for all, breathed their torment,
He himself, endlessly suffocated…..