For Anton

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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2 responses to “For Anton

  1. Reblogged this on and commented:
    A beautiful poem by Donna Pucciani that expresses everything I love about Chekhov in a deliciously concise poem.

    Many thanks to Donna Pucciani for bringing attention to it on his blog!

  2. Thanks Donna. Nice homage to a writer who inspires such affection as well as awe. Regards from Thom at the immortal,jukebox.

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