Anna Akhmatova Poem by Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa

Anna Akhmatova



I see her standing, waiting in line
outside a prison
as if becoming part of her poem
and it requiems through my mind
and I can hear her asking more
than absolution and see the Yezhov terror
through her eyes

and even when I read her love poems
and are caught in their rapture,
feeling as if she has captured the essence
between light and darkness
when her words end
she fades away like a spectre.

Sunday, April 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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