Anna Akhmatova

Anniversary – Anna Akhmatova

Anniversary – Anna Akhmatova

Celebrate our anniversary – can’t you see tonight the snowy night of our first winter comes back again in every road and tree – that winter night of diamantine splendour. Steam is pouring out of yellow stables, the Moika river’s sinking under snow, the moonlight’s misted as it is in fables, an... »

It Was A Time When Only The Dead Smiled Happy In Their Peace By Anna Akhmatova

It Was A Time When Only The Dead Smiled Happy In Their Peace By Anna Akhmatova

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I Have Long Had This Premonition Of A Bright Day And A Deserted House By Anna Akhmatova

I Have Long Had This Premonition Of A Bright Day And A Deserted House By Anna Akhmatova

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Weve Always Been About Burning Stars By Anna Akhmatova

Weve Always Been About Burning Stars By Anna Akhmatova

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Brief Biography Of Anna Akhmatova

Brief Biography Of Anna Akhmatova

Anna Andreyevna Akhmatova was born Anna Gorenko into an upper-class family in Odessa, the Ukraine, in 1889. Her interest in poetry began in her youth, but when her father found out about her aspirations, he told her not to shame the family name by becoming a “decadent poetess”. He forced... »

A land not mine, still

A land not mine, still

A land not mine, still forever memorable, the waters of its ocean chill and fresh. Sand on the bottom whiter than chalk, and the air drunk, like wine, late sun lays bare the rosy limbs of the pinetrees. Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret ... »

Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold

Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold

Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold, Death’s great black wing scrapes the air, Misery gnaws to the bone. Why then do we not despair? By day, from the surrounding woods, cherries blow summer into town; at night the deep transparent skies glitter with new galaxies. And the miraculous comes s... »

Why then do we not despair?

Why then do we not despair?

Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold, Death’s great black wing scrapes the air, Misery gnaws to the bone. Why then do we not despair? By day, from the surrounding woods, cherries blow summer into town; at night the deep transparent skies glitter with new galaxies. And the miraculous comes s... »

I’ve learned to live simply, wisely

I’ve learned to live simply, wisely

I’ve learned to live simply, wisely, To look at the sky and pray to God, And to take long walks before evening To wear out this useless anxiety. When the burdocks rustle in the ravine And the yellow-red clusters of rowan nod, I compose happy verses About mortal life, mortal and beautiful life.... »

Here is my gift – Anna Akhmatova

Here is my gift – Anna Akhmatova

Here is my gift – Anna Akhmatova Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the end your magnificent disdain. You drank wine, and told the wittiest jokes, and suffocated inside stifling walls. Alone you let the terrible stranger in... »

Reading ‘Hamlet’  – Anna Akhmatova

Reading ‘Hamlet’ – Anna Akhmatova

Reading ‘Hamlet’ – Anna Akhmatova 1 The lot by the graves was a dusty hot land; The river behind — blue and cool. You told me, ‘Well, go to a convent, Or go marry a fool…’ Princes always say that, being placid or fierce, But I cherish this speech, short and... »

They Didn’t Meet  – Anna Akhmatova

They Didn’t Meet – Anna Akhmatova

They Didn’t Meet – Anna Akhmatova They didn’t meet me, roamed, On steps with lanterns bright. I entered quiet home In murky, pail moonlight. Under a lamp’s green halo, With smile of kept in rage, My friend said, ‘Cinderella, Your voice is very strange…’ A cricket plays... »

I Hear the Oriole’s Always-Grieving Voice – Anna Akhmatova

I Hear the Oriole’s Always-Grieving Voice – Anna Akhmatova

I Hear the Oriole’s Always-Grieving Voice – Anna Akhmatova I hear the oriole’s always-grieving voice, And the rich summer’s welcome loss I hear In the sickle’s serpentine hiss Cutting the corn’s ear tightly pressed to ear. And the short skirts of the slim reapers... »

The Two Of Us Won’t Share A Glass Together  – Anna Akhmatova

The Two Of Us Won’t Share A Glass Together – Anna Akhmatova

The Two Of Us Won’t Share A Glass Together – Anna Akhmatova The two of us won’t share a glass together Be it of water or of sweet red wine; We won’t be kissing, in the morning either Nor, late at night, enjoy an evening shine… You breathe the sun, I breathe the moon; however We are united by ... »

Shade  – Anna Akhmatova

Shade – Anna Akhmatova

Shade – Anna Akhmatova ‘What does a certain woman know of the hour of her death?’ – Mandelstam Tallest, suavest of us, why Memory, forcing you to appear from the past, pass down a train, swaying, to find me clear profiled through the window-glass? Angel or bird? How we debated! The poet... »

Memory of Sun  – Anna Akhmatova

Memory of Sun – Anna Akhmatova

Memory of Sun – Anna Akhmatova Memory of sun seeps from the heart. Grass grows yellower. Faintly if at all the early snowflakes Hover, hover. Water becoming ice is slowing in The narrow channels. Nothing at all will happen here again, Will ever happen. Against the sky the willow spreads a fan... »

If the Moon on the skies Does not Roam – Anna Akhmatova

If the Moon on the skies Does not Roam – Anna Akhmatova

If the Moon on the skies Does not Roam – Anna Akhmatova If the moon on the skies does not roam, But cools, like a seal above, My dead husband enters the home To read the letters of love. He remembers the box, made of oak, With the lock, very secret and odd, And spreads through a floor the str... »

Here Pushkin’s Endless Exile Has Begun – Anna Akhmatova

Here Pushkin’s Endless Exile Has Begun – Anna Akhmatova

Here Pushkin’s Endless Exile Has Begun – Anna Akhmatova Here Pushkin’s endless exile has begun, And Lermontov’s exile turned out fatal, The mountain grass has a smell so sweet and gentle, And only once I managed to discern, By the lake under the dense shade of a chinara, In the ea... »

You’ll live, but I’ll not; perhaps

You’ll live, but I’ll not; perhaps

You’ll live, but I’ll not; perhaps You’ll live, but I’ll not; perhaps, The final turn is that. Oh, how strongly grabs us The secret plot of fate. They differently shot us: Each creature has its lot, Each has its order, robust, — A wolf is always shot. In freedom, wolve... »

Why Is This Age Worse – Anna Akhmatova

Why Is This Age Worse – Anna Akhmatova

Why Is This Age Worse – Anna Akhmatova Why is this age worse than earlier ages? In a stupor of grief and dread have we not fingered the foulest wounds and left them unhealed by our hands? In the west the falling light still glows, and the clustered housetops glitter in the sun, but here Death... »

I Saw My Friend At The Front Door – Anna Akhmatova

I Saw My Friend At The Front Door – Anna Akhmatova

I Saw My Friend At The Front Door – Anna Akhmatova I saw my friend to the front door I stood in the golden dust. Momentous sounds issued From the little belfry close by. Tossed! Such a made-up word- What am I, a flower or a letter? But my eyes already gaze grimly Into the darkened looking gla... »

To Boris Pasternak  – Anna Akhmatova

To Boris Pasternak – Anna Akhmatova

To Boris Pasternak – Anna Akhmatova It ceased – the voice, inimitable here, The peer of groves left forever us, He changed himself into eternal ear… Into the rain, of that sang more than once. And all the flowers, that grow under heavens, Began to flourish – to meet the going death… But... »

Along the hard crust of deep snows -Anna Akhmatova

Along the hard crust of deep snows -Anna Akhmatova

Along the hard crust of deep snows -Anna Akhmatova Along the hard crust of deep snows, To the secret, white house of yours, So gentle and quiet – we both Are walking, in silence half-lost. And sweeter than all songs, sung ever, Are this dream, becoming the truth, Entwined twigs’ a-nodding with favo... »

Now no-one will be listening to songs  – Anna Akhmatova

Now no-one will be listening to songs – Anna Akhmatova

Now no-one will be listening to songs – Anna Akhmatova Now no-one will be listening to songs. The days long prophesied have come to pass. The world has no more miracles. Don’t break My heart, song, but be still: you are the last. Not long ago you took your morning flight With all a swal... »

Crucifix – Anna Akhmatova

Crucifix – Anna Akhmatova

Crucifix – Anna Akhmatova Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave. I This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered By angel’s choirs; fire melted sky. He asked his Father:”Why am I abandoned…?” And told his Mother: “Mother, do not cry…” II M... »

How can you bear to look at the Neva – Anna Akhmatova

How can you bear to look at the Neva – Anna Akhmatova

How can you bear to look at the Neva? – Anna Akhmatova How can you bear to look at the Neva? How can you bear to cross the bridges?. Not in vain am I known as the grieving one Since the time you appeared to me. The black angels’ wings are sharp, Judgment Day is coming soon, And raspberr... »

You, Who was Born for Poetry’s Creation

You, Who was Born for Poetry’s Creation

You, Who was Born for Poetry’s Creation You, who was born for poetry’s creation, Do not repeat the sayings of the ancients. Though, maybe, our Poetry, itself, Is just a single beautiful citation. Anna Akhmatova Hits: 1 »

In Human Closeness there is a Secret Edge  – Anna Akhmatova

In Human Closeness there is a Secret Edge – Anna Akhmatova

In Human Closeness there is a Secret Edge – Anna Akhmatova In human closeness there is a secret edge, Nor love nor passion can pass it above, Let lips with lips be joined in silent rage, And hearts be burst asunder with the love. And friendship, too, is powerless plot, And so years of bliss w... »

In Memory of M.B.  – Anna Akhmatova

In Memory of M.B. – Anna Akhmatova

In Memory of M.B. – Anna Akhmatova Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the end your magnificent disdain. You drank wine, and told the wittiest jokes, and suffocated inside stifling walls. Alone you let the terrible stranger ... »

There are the words that couldn’t be twice said  – Anna Akhmatova

There are the words that couldn’t be twice said – Anna Akhmatova

There are the words that couldn’t be twice said – Anna Akhmatova There are the words that couldn’t be twice said, He, who said once, spent out all his senses. Only two things have never their end – The heavens’ blue and the Creator’s mercy. Anna Akhmatova Hits: 5 »

And as it’s Going – Anna Akhmatova

And as it’s Going – Anna Akhmatova

And as it’s Going – Anna Akhmatova And as it’s going often at love’s breaking, The ghost of first days came again to us, The silver willow through window then stretched in, The silver beauty of her gentle branches. The bird began to sing the song of light and pleasure To us,... »

Music  – Anna Akhmatova

Music – Anna Akhmatova

Music – Anna Akhmatova Something of heavens ever burns in it, I like to watch its wondrous facets’ growth. It speaks with me in fate’s non-seldom fits, When others fear to approach close. When the last of friends had looked away From me in grave, it lay to me in silence, And sang ... »

Twenty-First. Night. Monday  – Anna Akhmatova

Twenty-First. Night. Monday – Anna Akhmatova

Twenty-First. Night. Monday – Anna Akhmatova Twenty-first. Night. Monday. Silhouette of the capitol in darkness. Some good-for-nothing — who knows why– made up the tale that love exists on earth. People believe it, maybe from laziness or boredom, and live accordingly: they wait ea... »

He Did Love  – Anna Akhmatova

He Did Love – Anna Akhmatova

He Did Love – Anna Akhmatova 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. Anna Akhmatova Hits: 3 »

White Night – Anna Akhmatova

White Night – Anna Akhmatova

White Night – Anna Akhmatova I haven’t locked the door, Nor lit the candles, You don’t know, don’t care, That tired I haven’t the strength To decide to go to bed. Seeing the fields fade in The sunset murk of pine-needles, And to know all is lost, That life is a cursed ... »

Thoughts Of The Sunlight  – Anna Akhmatova

Thoughts Of The Sunlight – Anna Akhmatova

Thoughts Of The Sunlight – Anna Akhmatova Thoughts of the sunlight fainter and dimmer, And parched the grass. Breezes, freh breezes at dawn’s early shimmer, Flit by repass. Look at the willows against a clear heaven, Cloudless and wide. Better, Far better not to be given Thee for thy br... »

In Dream – Anna Akhmatova

In Dream – Anna Akhmatova

In Dream – Anna Akhmatova Black and enduring separation I share equally with you. Why weep? Give me your hand, Promise me you will come again. You and I are like high Mountains and we can’t move closer. Just send me word At midnight sometime through the stars. Anna Akhmatova Hits: 24 »

The Sentence  – Anna Akhmatova

The Sentence – Anna Akhmatova

The Sentence – Anna Akhmatova And the stone word fell On my still-living breast. Never mind, I was ready. I will manage somehow. Today I have so much to do: I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone, I must learn to live again— Unless . . . Summer’s ardent rustli... »

And you, my friends who have been called away – Anna Akhmatova

And you, my friends who have been called away – Anna Akhmatova

And you, my friends who have been called away – Anna Akhmatova And you, my friends who have been called away, I have been spared to mourn for you and weep, Not as a frozen willow over your memory, But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep. What names are those! I slam shut the cale... »

My Way  – Anna Akhmatova

My Way – Anna Akhmatova

My Way – Anna Akhmatova One goes in straightforward ways, One in a circle roams: Waits for a girl of his gone days, Or for returning home. But I do go — and woe is there — By a way nor straight, nor broad, But into never and nowhere, Like trains — off the railroad. Anna Akhm... »

True Tenderness  – Anna Akhmatova

True Tenderness – Anna Akhmatova

True Tenderness – Anna Akhmatova True tenderness is silent and can’t be mistaken for anything else. In vain with earnest desire you cover my shoulders with fur; In vain you try to persuade me of the merits of first love. But I know too well the meaning of your persistent burning glances... »

Greetings – Anna Akhmatova

Greetings – Anna Akhmatova

Greetings! – Anna Akhmatova Do you hear the soft rustle beside your table? Don’t bother to write for I’ll come to you. Is it possible you are angry with me like the last time? You say that you don’t want to see my hands, my hands or my eyes. I am with you in your bright, sim... »

Under Her Dark Veil  – Anna Akhmatova

Under Her Dark Veil – Anna Akhmatova

Under Her Dark Veil – Anna Akhmatova Under her dark veil she wrung her hands. “Why are you so pale today?” “Because I made him drink of stinging grief Until he got drunk on it. How can I forget? He staggered out, His mouth twisted in agony. I ran down not touching the bannis... »

Lot’s Wife  – Anna Akhmatova

Lot’s Wife – Anna Akhmatova

Lot’s Wife – Anna Akhmatova And the just man trailed God’s shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice kept harrying his woman: “It’s not too late, you can still look back at the red towers of your native Sodom, the square where onc... »

Sunbeam  – Anna Akhmatova

Sunbeam – Anna Akhmatova

Sunbeam – Anna Akhmatova I pray to the sunbeam from the window – It is pale, thin, straight. Since morning I have been silent, And my heart – is split. The copper on my washstand Has turned green, But the sunbeam plays on it So charmingly. How innocent it is, and simple, In the ev... »

Departure By Anna Akhmatova

Departure By Anna Akhmatova

Departure By Anna Akhmatova Although this land is not my own, I will remember its inland sea and the waters that are so cold the sand as white as old bones, the pine trees strangely red where the sun comes down. I cannot say if it is our love, or the day, that is ending. Hits: 9 »

My hands clasped under a veil  – Anna Akhmatova

My hands clasped under a veil – Anna Akhmatova

My hands clasped under a veil – Anna Akhmatova My hands clasped under a veil, dim and hazy… ‘Why are you so pale and upset?’ That’s because I today made him crazy With the sour wine of regret. Can’t forget! He got out, astound, With his mouth distorted by pain… I, not ... »

Sunshine Has Filled The Room  – Anna Akhmatova

Sunshine Has Filled The Room – Anna Akhmatova

Sunshine Has Filled The Room – Anna Akhmatova Sunshine has filled the room with clear golden specks of dust. I woke up and remembered, dear, it was your birthday. But far beyond my windows snow has covered the ground, And made me forget, so now to atone, I sleep without dreams. Anna Akhmatova... »

How Many Demands – Anna Akhmatova

How Many Demands – Anna Akhmatova

How Many Demands – Anna Akhmatova How many demands the beloved can make! The woman discarded, none. How glad I am that today the water Under the colorless ice is motionless. And I stand – Christ help me! – On this shroud that is brittle and bright, But save my letters So that our ... »

To Fall Ill as One Should, Deliriously  – Anna Akhmatova

To Fall Ill as One Should, Deliriously – Anna Akhmatova

To Fall Ill as One Should, Deliriously – Anna Akhmatova To fall ill as one should, deliriously Hot, meet everyone again, To stroll broad avenues in the seashore garden Full of the wind and the sun. Even the dead, today, have agreed to come, And the exiles, into my house. Lead the child to me ... »

In The Evening  – Anna Akhmatova

In The Evening – Anna Akhmatova

In The Evening – Anna Akhmatova The garden rang with music Of inexpressible despair. A dish of oysters spread on ice Smelled like the ocean, fresh and sharp. He told me: ‘I’m a faithful friend!’- And lightly touched my dress. How different from embraces The touch of those tw... »

The Victory  – Anna Akhmatova

The Victory – Anna Akhmatova

The Victory – Anna Akhmatova 2 Over a pier, the first beacon inflamed — The vanguard of other sea-rangers; The mariner cried and bared his head; He sailed with death beside and ahead In seas, packed with furious dangers. 3 By our doors Great Victory stays … But how we’ll glo... »

Everything – Anna Akhmatova

Everything – Anna Akhmatova

Everything – Anna Akhmatova Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded, black death’s wing’s overhead. Everything’s eaten by hunger, unsated, so why does a light shine ahead? By day, a mysterious wood, near the town, breathes out cherry, a cherry perfume. By night, on July’s sky, deep, and tran... »

Our Native Earth  – Anna Akhmatova

Our Native Earth – Anna Akhmatova

Our Native Earth – Anna Akhmatova We do not carry it in lockets on the breast, And do not cry about it in poems, It does not wake us from the bitter rest, And does not seem to us like Eden promised. In our hearts, we never try to treat This as a subject for the bargain row, While being ill, u... »

The Pillow Hot  – Anna Akhmatova

The Pillow Hot – Anna Akhmatova

The Pillow Hot – Anna Akhmatova The pillow hot On both sides, The second candle Dying, the ravens Crying. Haven’t Slept all night, too late To dream of sleep… How unbearably white The blind on the white window. Good morning, morning! Anna Akhmatova Hits: 2 »

I Was Born in the Right Time in Whole – Anna Akhmatova

I Was Born in the Right Time in Whole – Anna Akhmatova

I Was Born in the Right Time, in Whole – Anna Akhmatova I was born in the right time, in whole, Only this time is one that is blessed, But great God did not let my poor soul Live without deceit on this earth. And therefore, it’s dark in my house, And therefore, all of my friends, Like s... »

To The Muse  – Anna Akhmatova

To The Muse – Anna Akhmatova

To The Muse – Anna Akhmatova The Muse my sister looked in my face, her gaze was bright and clear, and she took away my golden ring, the gift of the virginal year. Muse! everyone else is happy – girls, wives, widows – all around! I swear I’d rather die on the rack than live fettered and bound.... »

Let Somebody Else Rest by Southern Sea  – Anna Akhmatova

Let Somebody Else Rest by Southern Sea – Anna Akhmatova

Let Somebody Else Rest by Southern Sea – Anna Akhmatova Let somebody else rest by southern sea, Enjoying the paradise land, It’s northerly here, and fall of this year, I chose to be my girl-friend. I’ve carried here the memory sure Of my last rejecting a date – The flame, so... »

Somewhere there is a simple life  – Anna Akhmatova

Somewhere there is a simple life – Anna Akhmatova

Somewhere there is a simple life – Anna Akhmatova Somewhere there is a simple life and a world, Transparent, warm and joyful. . . There at evening a neighbor talks with a girl Across the fence, and only the bees can hear This most tender murmuring of all. But we live ceremoniously and with di... »

Celebrate – Anna Akhmatova

Celebrate – Anna Akhmatova

Celebrate – Anna Akhmatova Celebrate our anniversary – can’t you see tonight the snowy night of our first winter comes back again in every road and tree – that winter night of diamantine splendour. Steam is pouring out of yellow stables, the Moika river’s sinking under snow, the moonlig... »

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