Poetry
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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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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 6
Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface,In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled:Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 5
Those hours, that with gentle work did frameThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,Will play the tyrants to the…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 4
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spendUpon thy self thy beauty’s legacy?Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,And being frank she…
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