Yesterday morning I did manage to make progress on my essay, and I copied out a number of Akhmatova poems as well. Accomplishing that work was a good feeling. And Akhmatova is clearly the poet I need to be reading now, to the point that I've started propping her poems up around my room so that I can see them while I'm editing and doing other non-writing tasks.
Those poems are miracles of faith to the imagination, yet as clear as birdsong. I want to write like that.
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Please post an Akhmatova poem. Perhaps one that is posted in your work space.
Thank you.
The poems I'm copying out are tiny, and the translations are under copyright, so it will be hard to excerpt anything. I'll email you a couple of them.
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