Random entry.
After reading Everything by Anna Akhmatova:
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.
I've discovered I feel quite creative today.
I just needed to purge myself of this line, one: so I don't forget. and Two: so perhaps it'll make sense.
" I will withdraw into the light"
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.
I've discovered I feel quite creative today.
I just needed to purge myself of this line, one: so I don't forget. and Two: so perhaps it'll make sense.
" I will withdraw into the light"