Literature
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Anna Akhmatova – Flight
For O. A. Kuzmin-Karavaev ‘If we can only reach the shore,My dear!’ – ‘Silently…’And so we slipped down the stair,Not…
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Anna Akhmatova For Mikhail Lozinsky
It’s endless – the heavy, amber day!Impossible grief, pointless waiting!And the silver-voiced deer, again,Under the Northern Lights, belling.And I think…
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Anna Akhmatova For the last time, we met
For the last time, we met,On the embankment, as ever.High water in the Neva,Fear of flood in the city. He…
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Anna Akhmatova Hands clasped, under the dark veil
Hands clasped, under the dark veil.‘Today, why are you so pale?’– Because I’ve made him drink his fillOf sorrow’s bitter…
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Anna Akhmatova He loved three things, alive
He loved three things, alive:White peacocks, songs at eve,And antique maps of America.Hated when children cried,And raspberry jam with tea,And…
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Anna Akhmatova Here we’re all drunkards and whores
Here we’re all drunkards and whores,Joylessly stuck together!On the walls, birds and flowersPine for the clouds and air. The smoke…
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Anna Akhmatova How can you bear to view the Neva
How can you bear to view the Neva,How can you bear to cross its bridges? …No surprise I’m marked for…
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Anna Akhmatova How I loved, and love, to look
How I loved, and love, to lookAt your chained shores,At the balconies on which centuriesNever set foot.And you are truly…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 154
The little Love-god lying once asleep,Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keepCame…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 153
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:A maid of Dian’s this advantage found,And his love-kindling fire did quickly steepIn…
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