Anna Akhmatova, “Everything Is Plundered…” – Rethink.
"Everything Is Plundered..." Anna Akhmatova (tr. Kunitz & Hayward) Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold, 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. 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.
Source: Anna Akhmatova, “Everything Is Plundered…” – Rethink.
Why then do we not despair? I ask it myself every day.. But the miracolous ..
Marina, perhaps because the soul is capable to sing . . . .?
Yes, my dear. Just like the pink dawn that I’m seeing
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