Posted on 31 December, 2020 by thebestnchic ‘He loved three things, alive:’ by Anna Akhmatova He loved three things, alive: White peacocks, songs at eve, And antique maps of America. Hated when children cried, And raspberry jam with tea, And feminine hysteria. …And he had married me. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestWhatsApp Related Post navigationPrevious post: “Broad Gold, the Evening”Next post: ‘I’ve written down the words’