I read the following poem in the new Eighth Day Books catalog I mentioned:
Concerning Poetry by Anna Akhmatova
It is-insomnia's husks,
It is-the soot of crooked candles,
It is-the first morning stroke
From hundreds of white bell towers...
It is-the warm windowsill
Under the Chernigov moon,
It is-bees, it is-clover sweet,
It is-dust, and gloom, and sultry heat.
(I think my next gesture of support unto Eighth Day Books will be to purchase the book Selected Poems of Anna Akhmatova.)
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