Check out the entirely of this second untitled poem of By Anna Akhmatova translated by Jane Kenyon… “one memory lies inside me./ I cannot and will not fight against it:/ it is joy and it is pain.// It seems to me that anyone who looks into/ my eyes will notice it immediately”.
It came to my attention via John Baker who interviewed me in 2007 for his ask-author project on how we thought about the process of Creating a text.
In other online poetry finds, this by a local writer who speaks of parenting, expectations of kids and compassionately of parent’s intents: Between the Lines. Woody will be one of the readers at Blog Out Loud live event tomorrow.