Requiem (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
God has pity on kindergarten children, He pities school children -- less. But adults he pities not at all. He ...
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?-- He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men, Saw ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? ...
This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous ...
Gone are the days when you could walk on water. When you could walk. The days are gone. Only one ...
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, ...
The truest friends, how few they are. Still time, it seems, must take them far to God knows where and ...
The wondrous moment of our meeting... I well remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel ...
A magic moment I remember: I raised my eyes and you were there. A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all ...
Start where you stand and never mind the past, The past won't help you in beginning new, If you have ...
Bury thy sorrows, and they shall rise As souls to the immortal skies, And there look down like mothers' eyes. ...
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