In honor of reddit: Everything Is Plundered
Anna Akhmatova, 1921...
Anna Akhmatova, 1921...
Take this kiss upon the brow!...
Lay down these words...
There is a war in the distance...
And by now it has almost lost its scent---...
I think about this one a lot....
She could make the night moan....
I stand (archers ready)...
Why should I have been surprised?...
Hard to say what the best way is to typeset this in markdown -- but below is a poem I dearly love, by World War I poet Roland Leighton as a test....
All Greece hates...
“Hope” is the thing with feathers —...
A Kind of Loss...
I’ve been...
Human Surplus...
near butterfly mountain
The rolls and harrows lie at rest beside...
Queen of every moving measure,...
Muriel Rukeyser, 1962...