At the steps, Greta as Anna, is bundled into winter fur, an apparition behind steam.
She moves down the steps in high spirits, a misplaced dream, or a new one waking.
On the snowy platform a Russian woman shakes the movie star loose of her legend;
she demands the breath, the pain of Anna, stunning, funny and seductive. ‘Can you do it?’
Garbo, with her eyes, and generous smile, says, ‘oh, yes, I was born to it, my dear.’
In the final frames, back at the train station, she is Anna, enveloped in pain beyond repair.
Metal on metal clanging, she enters a dimness her flashing eyes were never suited for.
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