A review by jeulip
Evening: Poetry of Anna Akhmatova by Anna Akhmatova

3.0

yeah. so. this reads like a series of vignettes, snapshots into different lenses of love, different lives. anna has this really cool thing that she does where she takes something utterly ordinary and positions it so that the gleam shines through. so that the light catches the right emotional angle.

i could totally be basic and quote the glove on the left hand blah blah blah quote but here have this instead

ah, i didn't lock the door,
i didn't light the candles.
you don't know that, exhausted,
i decided not to go to bed.

to watch how the streaks of sunset died away in the gloom of the firs,
getting drunk on the sound of a voice that resembles yours.