To Anna Akhmatova

I sent you a rose in a glass of champagne

while the Gypsies played as Gypsies do.

Then you turned to the man you were with and said,

"You see his eyes? He's in love with me, too."

That night you left me a look in the mirror--

 a look I've had too much of.

And the Gypsy singer kept jangling her bracelets 

and singing of love, and of love, and of love. 

--Alexander Blok