In the dark times
At this time of unprecedented crisis for the U.S., and therefore the world, I think of a story told by the Russian poet Anna Akhmatova about something that happened as she waited in line to deliver food to her son who was imprisoned by Stalin’s regime:
One day somebody in the crowd identified me. Standing behind me was a woman, with lips blue from cold, who had, of course, never heard me called by name before. Now she started out of the torpor common to us all and asked me in a whisper (everyone whispered there):
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dogo barry graham
author, poet, journalist, zen buddhist monk in glasgow. socialist, for scottish independence.