On the Fourth Anniversary of the invasion of Iraq ....
Everything is plundered, betrayed,
sold,
Death's great black wing scrapes the air,
Misery gnaws to the bone.
Why then do we not despair?
Death's great black wing scrapes the air,
Misery gnaws to the bone.
Why then do we not despair?
By day, from the surrounding
woods,
cherries blow summer into town;
at night the deep transparent skies
glitter with new galaxies.
cherries blow summer into town;
at night the deep transparent skies
glitter with new galaxies.
And the miraculous comes so
close
to the ruined, dirty houses --
something not known to anyone at all,
but wild in our breast for centuries.
to the ruined, dirty houses --
something not known to anyone at all,
but wild in our breast for centuries.
~ Anna Akhmatova ~
(Poems of Akhmatova, edited and
translated by Stanley Kunitz with Max Hayward)
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