Reflections on life in its fullness...
Wild honey smells of freedom
The dust — of sunlight
The mouth of a young girl,
like a violet
But gold — smells of nothing.
- Anna AkhmatovaRussian poet, from her poem "Wild Honey Smells of Freedom"
Her slim, terse form, wherein an unforseen scathing content still finds room to exist, reminds me of E. Dickinson. A wonderful incongruity between form and content. I want to read more of Akhmatova's stuff; do you recommend anything in particular?
Hi David, and welcome to the Window! I actually don't really know Akhmatova's work, I found this as Sojourner's quote for the day a few days ago. a bit of looking in my library -- there is a selection of her work in the anothology "women poets: from antiquity to now," eds. barnstone and barnstone. I'll have to read these again!
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