Friday, April 30, 2010

Three things enchanted him:
white peacocks, evensong,
and faded maps of America.
He couldn’t stand bawling brats,
or raspberry jam with his tea,
or womanish hysteria.
. . . And he was tied to me.

- Anna Ahkmatova
Translation by Stanley Kunitz

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