YOU WILL HEAR THUNDER ~BY ANNA AKHMATOVA
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms.
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms.
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
Sunny streaks rouse resting eyes to Mother’s Day
Showy songbird flutters over window to serenade
She dresses in a new,
trendy short dress,
Even if it causes her younger self distress.
Two flights down at fourth
And tenth, I enter the warped
Wooden doors, losing
Sammy “Too Smart” curses the nine ball
That rattles in the corner pocket but
Doesn’t fall.