I used to read poetry a lot. I collected the ones I liked into a binder that I still have in my room, and I tended to read them when I felt confused about my life. A lot of people think that the purpose of a poem is to confuse you, but to me they have always represented clarity.
I don't have a lot of time to read for fun anymore, so I rarely curl up with a book of poems, but every once in a while I come across something poetic that makes me remember why I read so much poetry in high school. Poems give me the same feeling that floating in the ocean does; the rhytym of waves picking me up and putting me back down.
Today I came across one of those small gems. This poem is by Anna Akhmatova, a Russian Modernist poet. For some reason it just spoke to me today so I thought I'd share!
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
- "You Will Hear Thunder" by Anna Akhmatova
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