Literature
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Anna Akhmatova Lot’s Wife
The just man followed God’s messenger,Vast and bright against the black hill,But care spoke in the woman’s ear:‘There’s time, you…
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Anna Akhmatova Love
A snake, it coilsBewitching the heart.Day after day, coosA dove on the white sill. A bright flash in frost,Drowsy night-scented…
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Anna Akhmatova Memory of sun ebbs from the heart
Memory of sun ebbs from the heart.Grass fades early.Wind blows the first snowflakesBarely, barely. Freezing water can’t flowAlong these narrow…
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Anna Akhmatova – Memory’s Voice
For O. A. Glebova-Sudeikina ‘What do you see, on the wall, dimly alive,At that hour when the sunset eats the…
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Anna Akhmatova My heart beats smoothly, steadily
My heart beats smoothly, steadily,What are long years to me?Under the Galernaya arch,Our shadows, for eternity. Through half-closed eyelids,I see,…
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Anna Akhmatova My imagination, obediently
My imagination, obediently,Conceives grey eyes.In Tver, in my solitude,It’s you I bitterly remember. Happily captive in another’s arms,On the left…
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Anna Akhmatova My voice is weak but not my will
My voice is weak but not my will,It’s better even without love.High skies and mountain winds,And my thoughts now innocent.…
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Anna Akhmatova No one sung about that meeting
No one sung about that meeting,Sadness faded with never a song.A cool summer it was,Like a new life begun. The…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 108
What’s in the brain that ink may characterWhich hath not figured to thee my true spirit?What’s new to speak, what…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 107
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soulOf the wide world dreaming on things to come,Can yet the lease of…
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