Poetry · Reflection
ANNA AKHMATOVA ~ EVERYTHING
8 February 2011
Everything
Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
Everything’s eaten by hunger,
unsated,so why does a light shine ahead?
By day, a mysterious wood,
near the town,breathes out cherry, a cherry perfume.
By night, on July’s sky, deep, and transparent,
new constellations are thrown.
And something miraculous will come
close to the darkness and ruin,
something no-one, no-one, has known,
though we’ve longed for it since we were children.
Anna Akhmatova
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