Poetry
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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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Anna Akhmatova – Petrograd, 1919
Caged in this savage capital,We have forgotten foreverThe townships, the lakes, the steppes,The dawns, of our great motherland.In the circuit…
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Anna Akhmatova – Prayer
Give me comfortless seasons of sickness,Visitations of wrath and of wrongOn my house; Lord, take child and companion,And destroy the…
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Anna Akhmatova – Reading Hamlet
To the right, wasteland by the cemetery,Beyond it the river’s dull blue.You said: ‘Go, get thee, to a nunneryOr get…
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Anna Akhmatova – Reply
For Vasily Komarovsky Such strange wordsThat quiet April day brought me.You knew it was still alive in me,That dreadful week…
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