Anna Akhmatova: "He loved three things alone"




"He loved three things alone:
White peacocks, evensong,
Old maps of America.
He hated children crying,
And raspberry jam with his tea,
And womanish hysteria.
… And he married me."

 (translation d.m. thomas)







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