Poetry
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Anna Akhmatova He loved three things, alive
He loved three things, alive:White peacocks, songs at eve,And antique maps of America.Hated when children cried,And raspberry jam with tea,And…
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Anna Akhmatova Here we’re all drunkards and whores
Here we’re all drunkards and whores,Joylessly stuck together!On the walls, birds and flowersPine for the clouds and air. The smoke…
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Anna Akhmatova How can you bear to view the Neva
How can you bear to view the Neva,How can you bear to cross its bridges? …No surprise I’m marked for…
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Anna Akhmatova How I loved, and love, to look
How I loved, and love, to lookAt your chained shores,At the balconies on which centuriesNever set foot.And you are truly…
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Anna Akhmatova I came here, in idleness.
I came here, in idleness.Where I’m bored: all the same to me!A sleepy hilltop mill, yes,Here years pass silently. Over…
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Anna Akhmatova Ice, resonant, floats by
Ice, resonant, floats by,The sky is hopelessly pale,Oh, why do you punish me?What crime am I guilty of? If you…
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Anna Akhmatova I don’t know if you’re alive or dead
I don’t know if you’re alive or dead –Can you be found on earth so?Or only in twilit thoughts instead,Be…
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Anna Akhmatova I hear the oriole’s ever-mournful voice
I hear the oriole’s ever-mournful voice,And welcome the rich summer’s losses.Through the grain, packed tightly ear on ear,The sickle slices,…
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Anna Akhmatova I’ll be there and weariness will vanish.
I’ll be there and weariness will vanish.The cold of early morning will please.There are villages, mysterious and dark –Storehouses of…
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Anna Akhmatova I’ll erase this day from your memory
I’ll erase this day from your memory,So your vague helpless gaze will askWhere you saw Persian lilac,Swallows, and this wooden…
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