Poetry
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Anna Akhmatova – The high vault is bluer
The high vault is bluerThan the sky’s solid blue…Forgive me, happy boy,The death I brought you – For the roses…
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Anna Akhmatova – There I saw out
There I saw outMy twenty-first year,Sweet in the mouthThe dark, sultry honey. On the twigs I toreMy white silk dress,In…
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Anna Akhmatova – There’s a secret border in human closeness
For Nikolai Nedobrovo There’s a secret border in human closeness,That love’s being, love’s passion, cannot pass –Though lips are sealed…
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Anna Akhmatova The road by the seaside garden darkens
The lights are a fresh yellow.I’m at peace; but please, don’t talkTo me about him.You’re kind and loyal, we’ll be…
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Anna Akhmatova – The sky’s blue lacquer grows dim
The sky’s blue lacquer grows dim,And louder the song of the flute,It’s only a pipe of clay,There’s no need for…
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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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