Poetry
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Louisa May Alcott – Transfiguration
Mysterious death! who in a single hourLife’s gold can so refine,And by thy art divineChange mortal weakness to immortal power!…
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Anna Akhmatova 8th November 1913
Sunlight fills my roomWith hot dust, lucent, grey.I wake, and I remember:Today is your saint’s day.That’s why even the snowIs…
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Anna Akhmatova A cast-iron fence
A cast-iron fence,A bed of pine,How sweet that I no longerNeed to be jealous. A bed’s made for meWith sobbing…
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Anna Akhmatova A grey cloud, in the sky overhead
A grey cloud, in the sky overhead,Like a squirrel skin uncurled.‘I’m not sorry your body,’ he said,‘Will melt in March,…
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Anna Akhmatova Ah! You thought I’m the kind too
Ah! You thought I’m the kind too,To cry ‘how could you forget me’,And praying and sobbing, throw myselfUnder the horses’…
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Anna Akhmatova All I see is hilly Pavlovsk
All I see is hilly Pavlovsk,Meadow around, motionless water,The most languid, the most shaded,Most unforgettable spot. When you drive through…
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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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