Anna Akhmatova: Lot’s Wife
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.
Translated by Max Hayward and Stanley Kunitz. Copyright 1973. Included in Vox Populi for educational purposes only.
Anna Andreyevna Gorenko ( 1889 – 1966), better known by the pen name Anna Akhmatova was one of the most significant Russian poets of the 20th century.
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OK you want to know the truth I am the first god of the universe where all the planets with live or without it and who live in this universe I am and will always be the first because the universe revolves around the big sun and I am the germ of God with the life of various gods Times Eternal, now because I live eternally, and neither fire, earth, air, water, or other kind of weapon destroys me that I am born of a germ, as I had already existed and remember to give orders to giants, gods, and even aliens If I never die, soon if I live alive, the Etrena life was gained to many millions of years of earthly and light, but I know some with fewer years and with less spiritual strength than I but very strong too but will never come or pass what I have done by humans or loans planet The Aliens
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