For Anton

by Nathan J

A beautiful poem by Donna Pucciani that expresses everything I love about Chekhov with staggering simplicity.

Donna Pucciani, Poet

I’ve always loved Chekhov,

the manic visitations, the incessant

comings and goings.

I’ve never had to abandon  villa

or watch an orchard fall to the axe.

But I have known the languid whistle

of a train in the night . . .

–excerpt from “For Anton” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Tribeca.

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