Richard Blackford added to his Stabat Mater (titled Pietà) two poems from Requiem by the Russian poet Anna Akhmatova. From the program book:

I
Weeks fly quickly by
I do not know what has arisen
How, my son, into your prison
The white nights stare
Now once more they stare
With eyes that focus on a hawk,
Upon your cross, the talk
is once again of death

For seventeen months I’ve pleaded,
Pleaded that you come home,
Flung myself to the hangman’s feet
For you my son,
For you my horror.

Everything has become confused
I am no longer clear
Who is animal who is human
How long, how long must I wait
Before the hangman comes?

Now there are only flowers of dust
The ringing of the thurible
Tracks running somewhere to nowhere

Staring at me, straight in my eyes
Threatening, swift and fatal,
An enormous star.

II
A chorus of angels sang
in that momentous hour
And all the heavens dissolved in that fire
To his father he said
Why hast thoy forsaken me?
To his mother he said,
Do not weep for me
Oh, do not weep for me…

The Magdalene smote herself and wept,
Beloved disciple turned to stone
But where the silent mother stood
No one dared to look