Literature
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Anna Akhmatova Already the maple leaves
Already the maple leavesCover the swans’ pool,And the blood-stained armsOf late-ripening rowan. And, dazzlingly slender,Crossed legs impervious to cold,She sits…
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Anna Akhmatova Always so many pleas from a lover!
Always so many pleas from a lover!None when they fall out of love.I’m so glad it plunges, the river,Beneath colourless…
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Anna Akhmatova …And no-one came to meet me
…And no-one came to meet meCarrying a lantern.The house quiet: my entryBy moonlight uncertain. Under the green lamp,His smile was…
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Anna Akhmatova A Ride
My feather brushed the carriage roof.I was gazing into his eyes.The pain, in my heart, I failed to know,Caused by…
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Anna Akhmatova As a silver, delicate strand
As a silver, delicate strandIs woven in my dark tresses –Only you, silent nightingale,Can understand this torment. Your sensitive ear…
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Anna Akhmatova A string of little beads at my neck
A string of little beads at my neck,In a broad muff I hide my hands,The eyes stare vacantly,They never shed…
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Anna Akhmatova At Tsarskoye Selo
I. Horses along the ride,Long waves of combed manes.O enchanting town of enigmas,I’m sad. I’m in love with you. Strange…
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Anna Akhmatova Because somewhere there’s simplicity and light
Because somewhere there’s simplicity and light,Transparent, warm and joyous…There a neighbour talks with a girl at twilight,Over the fence, and…
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Anna Akhmatova Bezhetsk
White churches there, and bright crackling ice,There my son’s cornflower-blue eyes blossom.Above the old town, nights are diamond-bright, Russian:More yellow…
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Anna Akhmatova Broad gold, the evening colors glow
Broad gold, the evening colors glow,The April air is cool and tender.You should have come ten years ago,And yet in…
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