“All my contemporaries— hundred-and-fivers or convicts— will tell you how we lived in barely sentient fear, raising children for the executioner, prison,… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“All ten years of my trepidations, Each and every sleepless night, I placed them all in a quiet word And I voiced… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“All ten years of my trepidations, Each and every sleepless night, I placed them all in a quiet word And I voiced… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“He loved three things in this life: Vespers, white peacocks, And old maps of America, Didn't love children crying, Raspberries with tea,… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry; poetry and love and again, complete chaos. Pain, disorder, occasional clarity; and… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
But Fear and the Muse in turn guard the place Where the banished poet has gone And the night that comes with… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“I’m happy. But some beauty is nonesuch - The gently sloping path across the wood, The wretched bridge that’s just a little… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Now no one will listen to songs. The prophesied days have begun. Latest poem of mine, the world has lost its wonder,… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“I don't know if you're alive or dead. Can you on earth be sought, or only when the sunsets fade be mourned… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
And this tenderness was not like That which a certain poet At the beginning of the century called true And, for some… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“The evening sky is gold and vast. I’m soothed by April’s cool caress. You’re late. Too many years have passed, - I’m… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“And you, my friends who have been called away, I have been spared to mourn for you and weep, not as a… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“ Muse When at night I wait for her to come, Life, it seems, hangs by a single strand. What are glory,… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“ There are Four of Us I have turned aside from everything, from the whole earthly store. The spirit and guardian of… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“ Lot's Wife And the just man trailed God's messenger, his huge, light shape devoured the black hill. But uneasiness shadowed is… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“You invented me. There is no such earthly being, Such an earthly being there could never be. A doctor cannot cure, a… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“So many requests, always, from a lover! None when they fall out of love. I'm glad the water does not move under… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“ The Last Toast I drink to our demolished hose, to all this wickedness, to you, our loneliness together, I raise my… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
We thought: we're poor, we have nothing, but when we started losing one after the other so each day became remembrance day,… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“He loved three things alone: White peacocks, evensong, old maps of America. He hated children crying, and raspberry jam with his tea,… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“ Native Soil There's Nobody simpler than us, or with more pride, or fewer tears. (1922) Our hearts don't wear it as… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“We don't know how to say goodbye, We wander on, shoulder to shoulder Already the sun is going down You're moody, and… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with reverent attention. — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“That is why we love this city – Dark and stern, and full of water, And we love our separations, And brief moments when… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Give me bitter years of sickness, Suffocation, insomnia, fever, Take my child and my lover, And my mysterious gift of song This I pray… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Sweet to me was not the voice of man, But the wind's voice was understood by me. The burdocks and the nettles fed my… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
We learned not to meet anymore, We don't raise our eyes to one another, But we ourselves won't guarantee What could happen to us… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“ In Dream Black and enduring separation I share equally with you. Why weep? Gove me your hand, promise me you will come again.… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“But don’t raise your eyes in defiance, Protect my life, my dear. They’re brighter than first violets, But deadly to me, I fear.” — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
We aged a hundred years, and this happened in a single hour: the short summer had already died, the body of the ploughed plains… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
