Everything (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
Everything's looted, betrayed and traded, black death's wing's overhead. Everything's eaten by hunger, unsated, so why does a light shine ...
Everything's looted, betrayed and traded, black death's wing's overhead. Everything's eaten by hunger, unsated, so why does a light shine ...
Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave. I This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered By ...
You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the ...
I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
Memory of sun seeps from the heart. Grass grows yellower. Faintly if at all the early snowflakes Hover, hover. Water ...
On a roof in the Old City Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight: The white sheet of a woman ...
There is a street where they sell only red meat And there is a street where they sell only clothes ...
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, ...
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling, how ...
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been ...
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the ...
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go ...
i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true ...
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