simply, In Memoriam, July 19, 1914 : Anna Akhmatva : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :

In Memoriam, July 19, 1914BY ANNA AKHMATOVATRANSLATED BY STEPHEN EDGARWe aged a hundred years and this descendedIn just one hour, as at a stroke.The summer had been brief and now was ended;The body of the ploughed plains lay in smoke. The hushed road burst in colors then, a soaringLament rose, ringing silver like a bell.AndContinue reading “simply, In Memoriam, July 19, 1914 : Anna Akhmatva : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”

Daddy : Sylvia Plath : : Fathers Poems : :

“Daddy” by Sylvia PlathYou do not do, you do not doAny more, black shoeIn which I have lived like a footFor thirty years, poor and white,Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you.You died before I had time——Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,Ghastly statue with one gray toeBig as aContinue reading “Daddy : Sylvia Plath : : Fathers Poems : :”

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