Showing posts with label Anna Akhmatova. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anna Akhmatova. Show all posts

Friday, September 7, 2007

“He Loved...”
Anna Akhmatova
1889-1966 Russian
translated by Judith Hemschemeyer

He loved three things in life:
Evensong, white peacocks
And old maps of America.

He hated it when children cried,
He hated tea with raspberry jam
And women’s hysterics.

...And I was his wife.