Poetry
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Anna Akhmatova – To feel thoroughly ill, to sweat in delirium
To feel thoroughly ill, to sweat in delirium,To meet everyone known again,To roam the broad paths of a sea-side garden,Filled…
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Anna Akhmatova – To lose the freshness of speech, the simplicity of feeling,
To lose the freshness of speech, the simplicity of feeling,Isn’t that, for us, like a painter losing the power of…
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Anna Akhmatova Venice
Gold dovecote by waters,Tender and dazzlingly green;A salt-breeze sweeps awayThe gondola’s narrow wake. Such sensitive, strange eyes in the streets,The…
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Anna Akhmatova – We shall not sip from the same glass
We shall not sip from the same glass,No water for us, or sweet wine;We’ll not embrace at morning,Not gaze from…
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Anna Akhmatova The evening light is broad and yellow
The evening light is broad and yellow,Tender, the April chill.You are many years late,Yet I’m glad you are here. Sit…
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Anna Akhmatova The Guest
All’s as it was: the snowstorm’sFine flakes wet the window pane,And I myself am not new-born,But a man came to…
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Anna Akhmatova – White Night
Oh, I’ve not locked the door,I’ve not lit the candles,You know I’m too tiredTo think of sleep. See, how the…
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Anna Akhmatova Why do you wander, restless?
‘Why do you wander, restless?’Why do you wander, restless?Why stare, unable to breathe?Surely you understand, our twoSouls have been welded…
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Anna Akhmatova – Why pretend to be
Why pretend to beNow breeze, now stone, now a bird?Why smile at me,In sudden lightning from summer’s sky? Don’t torture…
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Anna Akhmatova – Yes, I loved those nocturnal gatherings
Yes, I loved those nocturnal gatherings –The iced glasses on the little table,A fine steam from the black, fragrant coffee,The…
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