The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 7/26/08 (Happy Anniversary, poetry lovers!)

[BlueIris]

Me, honor and obey? You've lost your mind!
I only heed what the Almighty utters.
I have no use for suffering or flutters,
Husband spells headsman to me, housed—confined.

But now, you see? All on my own I came;
It grew December, piercing winds had risen,
It was so brightly cheerful in your prison,
And darkness yawned behind the window frame.

Like this, against a bright transparent pane
A bird will thrust itself as blizzards riot,
Its white wing darkening with a bloody stain.

Now I am filled with happiness and quiet.
Ciaou, restful one—I'll hold you ever dear
For having let a pilgrim shelter here.

—Anna Akhmatova
(Translated from the Russian by Walter Arndt)

[BlueIris]

1. If Loungers forget our anniversary, I'm going to be very sad.

Just sayin'.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. My dear BlueIris!

It's been a year since you started the poetry threads?

Wow...

I'm so used to them, it seems as though you've always been here with them...


And this poem...

Quite lovely, even if I don't completely get it...

But I'm tired from my day's activities, so maybe after my nap, it'll come together for me...

Still, it's lovely!

Thank you for this one, and for all of them...

:hug:

[BlueIris]

3. Awww. As if I've always been here.

:grouphug:

[BlueIris]

4. Kick.