Literature
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Anna Akhmatova Is my destiny so changed
For Yunia Anrep Is my destiny so changed,Or the game really over?Where are those winters I’d go to bedAt six…
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Anna Akhmatova Is this century worse than those before?
‘Is this century worse than those before?’Is this century really worse than those before?Perhaps, in that dazed by fear and…
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Anna Akhmatova I Taught Myself To Live Simply
I Taught Myself to Live Simply reflects Anna Akhmatova’s philosophy having been born into Russian royalty, then suffering execution and imprisonment…
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Anna Akhmatova It’s fine here: the rustle and crackle
It’s fine here: the rustle and crackle;A hard frost every day,On the bush bowed with white fire,Icy, dazzling roses.And on…
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Anna Akhmatova It was not mystery or grief
It was not mystery or grief,Nor the wise will of fate –It was the impression of strife,Our meetings always left…
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Anna Akhmatova I’ve written down the words
I’ve written down the wordsThat I’ve not dared to speak.My body’s strangely dumb.Dully my head beats. The horn cries have…
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Anna Akhmatova I was not born too early or too late
I was not born too early or too late,The time was uniquely blessed,Only the Lord did not permitMy heart to…
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Anna Akhmatova I won’t beg for your love
I won’t beg for your love.It’s safely laid aside….I won’t be penning jealousLetters to your bride.But be wise, take my…
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Anna Akhmatova Legend on An Unfinished Portrait
Oh, there’s no reason for sighs,Sadness is pointless, a crime,Here, from grey canvas, I rise,Vaguely, strangely through time. Arms lifted,…
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Anna Akhmatova Let the organ peal out once more
Let the organ peal out once more,Like a first spring thunderstorm;From behind your bride’s shoulder,My half-closed eyes will gaze. Farewell,…
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