The Muse

Anna Akhmatova 1889 – 1966

When in the night I await her coming,

My life seems stopped. I ask myself: What

Are tributes, freedom, or youth compared

To this treasured friend holding a flute?

Look, she’s coming! She throws off her veil

And watches me, steady and long. I say:

“Was it you who dictated to Dante the pages

Of Hell?” And she answers: “I am the one.”

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Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only

Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. We'll get started in April. You can share to #WriteAfterOPO.

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