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    Thursday, August 22, 2002     12:54 PM

The Sentence
by Anna Akhmatova

And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.

Today I have so much to do:
I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again -

Unless . . . Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.

i should probably address the fact that i deleted some of my recent entries. i did it for a variety of reasons but mainly, despite whatever is going on in my life i'm not going to dissapear from here or anywhere, if i can help it. and i should remind anyone checking this site out that at the bottom is a link to a bio page, a writings page and my email address. i like getting email.

a reminder, the mediaeval baebes are going to be at the maryland renaissance festival the last two weekends in september. i really hope to go and it'd be uber cool if other people wanted to make an outing of it, so if you're interested drop me a line.


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