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Poem for Monday and <lj comm


Lot's Wife
By Anna Akhmatova
Translated by Stanley Kunitz and Max Hayward


And the just man trailed God's shining agent,
over a black mountain, in his giant track,
while a restless voice kept harrying his woman:
"It's not too late, you can still look back

at the red towers of your native Sodom,
the square where once you sang, the spinning-shed,
at the empty windows set in the tall house
where sons and daughters blessed your marriage-bed."

A single glance: a sudden dart of pain
stitching her eyes before she made a sound . . .
Her body flaked into transparent salt,
and her swift legs rooted to the ground.

Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem
too insignificant for our concern?
Yet in my heart I never will deny her,
who suffered death because she chose to turn.

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For the hp100 pensieve challenge, Identification. The idea actually came to me last night chatting with ashinae and the challenge seemed ready-made for it. Just what I need, another drabble community...I am so going to hell. (As a Ravenclaw, which is what I come out in all the tests, even though I feel like I should be a Hufflepuff...is that wrong?)

Back to work. My editor suggests that I catch up on such important news as Activision suing Viacom over the demise of Trek and Brannon Braga being a moron as usual. I see I didn't miss anything.


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