Literature
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Doctor Glynn and His Magpie
Dr. Glynn was remarkable for many acts of kindness to poor persons. He had attended a sick family in the…
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Anna Akhmatova – Now no one will listen to my songs
Now no one will listen to my songs.The prophesied days have come to pass.Last poem of mine, earth has lost…
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Anna Akhmatova – Now the pillow’s
Now the pillow’sHot on both sides.A second candleDies, the ravens cryEndlessly.No sleep all night,Too late to think of sleep…How unbearably…
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Anna Akhmatova – Oh, and the day was cold
Oh, and the day was cold,In Peter’s wondrous city!The sunset a crimson bonfire,And slow shadows thickened. Let him not long…
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Anna Akhmatova – Petrograd, 1919
Caged in this savage capital,We have forgotten foreverThe townships, the lakes, the steppes,The dawns, of our great motherland.In the circuit…
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Anna Akhmatova – Prayer
Give me comfortless seasons of sickness,Visitations of wrath and of wrongOn my house; Lord, take child and companion,And destroy the…
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Anna Akhmatova – Reading Hamlet
To the right, wasteland by the cemetery,Beyond it the river’s dull blue.You said: ‘Go, get thee, to a nunneryOr get…
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Anna Akhmatova – Reply
For Vasily Komarovsky Such strange wordsThat quiet April day brought me.You knew it was still alive in me,That dreadful week…
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Anna Akhmatova Solitude
So many stones are thrown at meThat I no longer cower,The turret’s cage is shapely,High among high towers.My thanks, to…
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Anna Akhmatova – Song of the Last Meeting
My heart was chilled and numb,But my feet were light.I fumbled the glove for my left handOnto my right. It…
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