Anna Akhmatova Poems (80 Poems)
As a white stone in the well’s cool deepness (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
As a white stone in the well’s cool deepness,There lays in me one wonderful remembrance.I am not able and don’t want to miss this:It is my torture and my utter gladness. I think, that he whose look will be directedInto … Continue reading
And you, my friends who have been called away (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
And you, my friends who have been called away,I have been spared to mourn for you and weep,Not as a frozen willow over your memory,But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep.What names are those!I slam … Continue reading
A widow in black (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
A widow in black — the crying fallCovers all hearts with a depressing cloud…While her man’s words are clearly recalled,She will not stop her lamentations loud.It will be so, until the snow puffWill give a mercy to the pined and … Continue reading
Along the hard crust of deep snows (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
Along the hard crust of deep snows,To the secret, white house of yours,So gentle and quiet – we bothAre walking, in silence half-lost.And sweeter than all songs, sung ever,Are this dream, becoming the truth,Entwined twigs’ a-nodding with favor,The light ring … Continue reading
Gray-Eyed King (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
Glory to you, inescapable pain!The gray-eyed king died yesterday. The autumn evening was sultry and red,My husband returned and quietly said: “You know, they brought him back from the hunt,They found his corpse by the old oak tree. I pity … Continue reading
Rachel (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
When Jacob and Rachel met for the first time,He bowed to her like a humble wayfarer. The herds were raising hot dust to the skies,The little well’s mouth was covered by a boulder.He rolled the old boulder away from the … Continue reading
‘I have come to take your place, sister (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
‘I have come to take your place, sister,At the high fire in the forest’s heart. Your eyes have grown dull, your tears cloudy,Your hair is gray. You don’t understand the songs birds singAnymore, nor stars, nor summer lightning. Don’t hear … Continue reading
To fall ill as one should, deliriously (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
To fall ill as one should, deliriouslyHot, meet everyone again,To stroll broad avenues in the seashore gardenFull of the wind and the sun. Even the dead, today, have agreed to come,And the exiles, into my house.Lead the child to me … Continue reading
Here is my gift (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave,not sticks of burning incense.You lived aloof, maintaining to the endyour magnificent disdain.You drank wine, and told the wittiest jokes,and suffocated inside stifling walls.Alone you let the terrible stranger in,and stayed with … Continue reading
How Many Demands… (Anna Akhmatova Poems)
How many demands the beloved can make!The woman discarded, none.How glad I am that today the waterUnder the colorless ice is motionless. And I stand — Christ help me! —On this shroud that is brittle and bright,But save my lettersSo … Continue reading
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