Tuesday, January 30, 2018

All the Way With Anna K.!

I've been taking an awesome course on Tolstoy's magnificent novel and, in the throes of insomnia last night, composed the following bits of doggerel:
Tolstoy's Anna, in turmoil and pain,
Bears an indelible stain.
And she's so fatalistic
She becomes a statistic
By way of an oncoming train.

Anna Karenina, errant wife,
Finds passion with Vronsky but loses her life.
The message here could be etched in stone:
One cannot live on love alone.

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