She loves three things the best:
The beach, the palm,
A calm sea on which to snorkle.
She hates navy blue,
the taste and smell of popcorn,
And muscle aches.
...And she gave birth to me.
The sevenling is a poem of seven lines inspired by the form of
this much-translated short verse by Anna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966).
He loved three things alone:
White peacocks, evensong,
Old maps of America.
He hated children crying,
And raspberry jam with his tea,
And womanish hysteria.
... And he married me.
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