Trembling, furious, quaking Fundaments
- silently screaming eagles was Akhmatova.
“This man is a Firebrand! A Torch! Poet!
He loves peacocks, even song, old maps!... more »
Akhmatova At The News Of Vladimir Mayakovsky, Dramatist
Shot! Shot yourself!
Body punctured! Lumped! Limp! Gone!
Snapped! Life derring diddle doo!
What could a bullet, cosmos... more »
Akhmatova Hears Of Osip Mandelstam's Death
The kitchen sink cracked
The air stalked out
His voice hung
Dead centre of her heart... more »
One by one – husband, lovers, friends
Wrote, slicing truths wafer thin
From turds of brute lies – courage
Incised by knives. Every turn... more »
Akkmatova Visits Alexander Blok, The Great Poet
So you sat in his living room, the Poet’s,
and noticed his gaze consumed
you and you dared not look back?
You averted looking back, held yourself... more »
In Akhmatova's House One Evening
How many times must the NKVD knock
on the door? Snap to attention, boot heels
clicking, the brass knuckles of their belts glint
on the polished oak floor? The china quivers,... more »
The Saga Of Nazedha, Akhmatova, Tsvetaeva, Et Al Why They Memorized Osip Mandelstam's Poems, The Gulag
Who knows what insects Mandelstam kissed, blessing,
before eating them? (What he drank to down it all?)
What he ate: Ants with their delicate air, sleek black
body parts, snipped waist, massive heads eyeing who, what, there?... more »
There, Akhmatova Stood: Of Young Lev, Imprisoned For His Parents' Fame
Grief has no face, no feet. Its hands, bound, tongue paralyzed -
if withered is the heart. Eating is from inside small paned windows
looking out and seeing snow descend, bend trees to sag. Snow: glass.... more »
When Akhmatova Met Mikhail Bulgakov, Under Condemnation
He knew. A summons glues all. The air sucks itself dry,
then dies. There’s little time to write a note:
“To the country for the day -Don’t wait.'... more »