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Thursday, November 18, 2010

~ Something Miraculous Will Come...something we have longed for..."

 “The Flying Carpet (1880)
Artist – Victor Vasnetsov (1884 – 1926).  The Russian Museum, St. Petersburg, Russia.

~ Everything ~


Everythings looted, betrayed and traded,
black deaths wings overhead.
Everythings eaten by hunger, unsated,
so why does a light shine ahead?

By day, a mysterious wood, near the town,
breathes out cherry, a cherry perfume.
By night, on Julys sky, deep, and transparent,
new constellations are thrown.

And something miraculous will come
close to the darkness and ruin,
something no-one, no-one, has known,
though we've longed for it since we were children.


Anna Achmatova

2 comments:

kerrdelune said...

I absolutely love the poem, and the image is sublime - just what I needed on a chemo day. Thank you, Magnolia!

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Beautiful - the image and poem...

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