He did love three things in this world:
Choir chants at vespers, albino peacocks,
And worn, weathered maps of America.
And he did not love children crying,
Or tea served with raspberries,
Or woman's hysteria.
...And I was his wife.
He Did Love
Anna Akhmatova
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Poem topics: america, children, wife, woman, world, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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