Monday, April 07, 2008

Poetry Month

The Sentence
by Anna Akhmatova (trans. from Russian by Judith Hemschemeyer)

And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.

Today I have so much to do:
I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again---

Unless . . . Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've forseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.

So...what? Unless...what??
This, THIS is why I love poetry--that question launches a debate.

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