You led me into the trackless woods,
My falling stars, my dark endeavor.
You were bitterness, lies, a bill of goods.
You weren’t a consolation—ever.
To My Poems – Anna Akhmatova
Edge of Atlantic
All goes onward and outward. . . .and nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. – Walt Whitman
Edge of Atlantic 