Marina Tsvetaeva, excerpt from Poems for Akhmatova (#2), Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Angela Livingstone) [ID in ALT]
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"White Night", Anna Akhmatova (translated by D. M. Thomas)
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Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Reed; from ‘The Sentence’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer
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“…Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.”
― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons
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You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.
Anna Akhmatova, You Will Hear Thunder
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You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.
Anna Akhmatova, You Will Hear Thunder
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// Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Lenore Mayhew and William Mcnaughton, Poem Without A Hero and Selected Poems
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You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.
Anna Akhmatova, You Will Hear Thunder
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Modern poetry often doesn’t seem like poetry to me. If you take away the structure and write it down into a normal one-paragraph text, it takes nothing away from the poem. The author could have said it in prose better than in poetry, even. And I know that poetry is a very subjective art, with its edges blurred, with many styles and ways to express oneself. You have haikus and different kinds of rhyming poetry and blank verse. But I’ve seen many poems, and blank verse isn’t the same as putting prose in poetry format.
To me, poetry is allegory. Poetry is symbolism. Poetry is metaphor. Poetry is the ‘wine-dark sea’. You read Whitman or Margaret Atwood or Richard Siken or Mary Oliver or Anna Akhmatova, and you know that if the structure is taken away, you are left with something nearly nonsensical. You think that you’re reading, when in reality you’re looking at a painting and listening to a symphony and watching geese fly to the south.
You read Nikita Gill and think ‘yes, I agree. I agree but I don’t feel anything. You could’ve written for journals, and your talent wouldn’t have gone to waste’.
Not to upset any Nikita Gill fans but i am tired of calling something that only looks like poetry to me poetry.
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You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.
Anna Akhmatova, You Will Hear Thunder
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Marina Tsvetaeva, excerpt from Poems for Akhmatova (#4), Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Angela Livingstone) [ID in ALT]
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musings on grief
Lisa Marie Basile, Nick Alm, Callista Buchen, Max Porter, Gustav Klimt, Fortesa Latifi, Safet Zec, Anna Akhmatova, Chen Chen, Sergey Andriyaka, Anne Carson, Svetlana Tartakovska, Max Porter, Lindsey Kustusch, Patrick Kavanagh
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Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: White Flock; from ‘We will be together, darling, together…’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer
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You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.
Anna Akhmatova, You Will Hear Thunder
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anna akhmatova willow
kofi
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