Poetry
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Anna Akhmatova Drowsiness returns me
Drowsiness returns meTo our last starry paradise –That city of pure fountains,Golden Bakhchisarai. There behind the striped fence,By pensive waters,We…
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Anna Akhmatova Earthly fame is smoke
Earthly fame is smoke,It’s not what I asked for.I bring good fortuneTo all my lovers.One of them is alive,In love…
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Anna Akhmatova Evening
In the garden strains of music,Full of inexpressible sadness.Scent of the sea, pungent, fresh,On an ice bed, a dish of…
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Anna Akhmatova Evening hours at the desk
Evening hours at the desk,The page irremediably white,The mimosa’s scent is of Nice, warmth,Over the moon some vast bird flies.…
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Anna Akhmatova Evening Room
Ispeak those words, today, that comeOnly once, born in the spirit.Bees hum on white chrysanthemum:There’s the must of an old…
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Anna Akhmatova Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded
Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,Black death’s wing’s overhead.Everything’s eaten by hunger, un-sated,So why does a light shine ahead? By day,…
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Anna Akhmatova – Flight
For O. A. Kuzmin-Karavaev ‘If we can only reach the shore,My dear!’ – ‘Silently…’And so we slipped down the stair,Not…
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Anna Akhmatova For Mikhail Lozinsky
It’s endless – the heavy, amber day!Impossible grief, pointless waiting!And the silver-voiced deer, again,Under the Northern Lights, belling.And I think…
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Anna Akhmatova For the last time, we met
For the last time, we met,On the embankment, as ever.High water in the Neva,Fear of flood in the city. He…
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Anna Akhmatova Hands clasped, under the dark veil
Hands clasped, under the dark veil.‘Today, why are you so pale?’– Because I’ve made him drink his fillOf sorrow’s bitter…
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