Poetry
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Anna Akhmatova Memory of sun ebbs from the heart
Memory of sun ebbs from the heart.Grass fades early.Wind blows the first snowflakesBarely, barely. Freezing water can’t flowAlong these narrow…
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Anna Akhmatova – Memory’s Voice
For O. A. Glebova-Sudeikina ‘What do you see, on the wall, dimly alive,At that hour when the sunset eats the…
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Anna Akhmatova My heart beats smoothly, steadily
My heart beats smoothly, steadily,What are long years to me?Under the Galernaya arch,Our shadows, for eternity. Through half-closed eyelids,I see,…
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Anna Akhmatova My imagination, obediently
My imagination, obediently,Conceives grey eyes.In Tver, in my solitude,It’s you I bitterly remember. Happily captive in another’s arms,On the left…
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Anna Akhmatova My voice is weak but not my will
My voice is weak but not my will,It’s better even without love.High skies and mountain winds,And my thoughts now innocent.…
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Anna Akhmatova No one sung about that meeting
No one sung about that meeting,Sadness faded with never a song.A cool summer it was,Like a new life begun. The…
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Anna Akhmatova – Now farewell, capital
Now farewell, capital,Farewell, my spring.Karelia’s earth,Already, yearns for me. Fields and gardens,Tranquil and green,The waters there still deep,The heavens pale.…
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Anna Akhmatova – Now no one will listen to my songs
Now no one will listen to my songs.The prophesied days have come to pass.Last poem of mine, earth has lost…
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Anna Akhmatova – Now the pillow’s
Now the pillow’sHot on both sides.A second candleDies, the ravens cryEndlessly.No sleep all night,Too late to think of sleep…How unbearably…
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Anna Akhmatova – Oh, and the day was cold
Oh, and the day was cold,In Peter’s wondrous city!The sunset a crimson bonfire,And slow shadows thickened. Let him not long…
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