Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded, <br />black death’s wing’s overhead. <br />Everything’s eaten by hunger, unsated, <br />so why does a light shine ahead? <br /> <br />By day, a mysterious wood, near the town, <br />breathes out cherry, a cherry perfume. <br />By night, on July’s sky, deep, and transparent, <br />new constellations are thrown. <br /> <br />And something miraculous will come <br />close to the darkness and ruin, <br />something no-one, no-one, has known, <br />though we’ve longed for it since we were children.<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everything/
