Poetry
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Anna Akhmatova As a silver, delicate strand
As a silver, delicate strandIs woven in my dark tresses –Only you, silent nightingale,Can understand this torment. Your sensitive ear…
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Anna Akhmatova A string of little beads at my neck
A string of little beads at my neck,In a broad muff I hide my hands,The eyes stare vacantly,They never shed…
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Anna Akhmatova At Tsarskoye Selo
I. Horses along the ride,Long waves of combed manes.O enchanting town of enigmas,I’m sad. I’m in love with you. Strange…
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Anna Akhmatova Because somewhere there’s simplicity and light
Because somewhere there’s simplicity and light,Transparent, warm and joyous…There a neighbour talks with a girl at twilight,Over the fence, and…
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Anna Akhmatova Bezhetsk
White churches there, and bright crackling ice,There my son’s cornflower-blue eyes blossom.Above the old town, nights are diamond-bright, Russian:More yellow…
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Anna Akhmatova Broad gold, the evening colors glow
Broad gold, the evening colors glow,The April air is cool and tender.You should have come ten years ago,And yet in…
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Anna Akhmatova Confession
From my poor sins I am set free.In lilac dusk the taper smolders;The dark stole’s rigid draperyConceals a massive head…
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Anna Akhmatova Dark Dream: 2
You are always new and mysterious,I am obedient to you each day.But your love, my severe one,Is a trial by…
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Anna Akhmatova Don’t taunt your heart with earthly joys
Don’t taunt your heart with earthly joys,Don’t cleave to your wife and home,Take the bread from your child’s mouth,So you…
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Anna Akhmatova Drink my soul, as if with a straw
Drink my soul, as if with a strawI know it’s bitter, intoxicating taste.I won’t disturb the torment with pleading,Oh, for…
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