Everything

Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
Everything’s 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 July’s 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.

by Anna Akhmatova

Comments (12)

Delightful poem of hope......
Some thing miraculous will come close to the darkness and ruin Superb conceptualization in an equally superb poem. Thanks.
Superb poem and well deserved POTD honours
By day, a mysterious wood, near the town, breathes out cherry, a cherry perfume. Beautiful poem..... Thanks for sharing....
Something miraculous! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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