Poetry
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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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Anna Akhmatova – You should appear less often in my dreams
You should appear less often in my dreams,Since we meet so frequently;Yet only in night’s sanctuaryAre you sad, troubled, and…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 7
Lo! in the orient when the gracious lightLifts up his burning head, each under eyeDoth homage to his new-appearing sight,Serving…
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