Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life. — Anna Akhmatova Dream Copy Share Image
It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace. — Anna Akhmatova Death Copy Share Image
“That is why we love this city – Dark and stern, and full of water, And we love our separations, And brief… — Anna Akhmatova Love Copy Share Image
That was when the ones who smiled Were the dead, glad to be at rest. — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“And in the depths of music, I didn’t find the answer, And again there was silence, and again the ghost of summer.” — Anna Akhmatova Music Copy Share Image
We are all carousers and loose women here; How unhappy we are together! — Anna Akhmatova Loose women Copy Share Image
“Regarding myself as a mere echo, Cave-like, unintelligible and nocturnal . . .” — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“I seem to myself, as in a dream, An accidental guest in this dreadful body.” — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
I go forth to seek To seek and claim the lovely magic garden Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak. — 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 -… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“But on that pale hand is no ring of mine, To no one will I give it, ever. The new moon’s golden… — Anna Akhmatova Dream Copy Share Image
“It is good here: rustle and snow-crunch... Ski tracks on the splendid finery of the snow; a memory that long ages ago… — Anna Akhmatova Flower Copy Share Image
The stars of death stood over us. And Russia, guiltless, beloved, writhed under the crunch of bloodstained boots, under the wheels of… — Anna Akhmatova Beloved Copy Share Image
“Posljednji susret bio nam je taj na obali gdje smo uvijek se sretali. Bio je visok Nevin vodostaj. Od poplave su u… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
I should be proud to have my memory graced, but only if the monument be placed... here, where I endured three hundred… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
And you know, I agree to everything: I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Today I have so much to do: I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone,… — Anna Akhmatova Ardent Copy Share Image
“Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where misfortune had… — 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
“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 Graveyard Copy Share Image
The word landed with a stony thud Onto my still-beating breast. Nevermind, I was prepared, I will manage with the rest. I… — 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
During the terrible years of the Yekhov terror I spent seventeen months in the prison queues in Leningrad. One day someone ‘identified’… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
The celebrations Of secret nonmeetings are empty, Unspoken conversations, Unuttered words. Glances that don't intersect Don't know where to come to rest.… — Anna Akhmatova Celebration Copy Share Image
The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“None of the places where I grew up and live in my youth exist any longer: Tsarskoe Selo, Sevastopol, Kiev, Slepnyovo, Gungerburg… — Anna Akhmatova Moscow Copy Share Image
“You’re the sinner, seeing the heavenly, Sweetest dream, before passing away…” — Anna Akhmatova Dream Copy Share Image
“Today I have so much to do: I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone,… — Anna Akhmatova Memory Copy Share Image
“Is this why, for countless days, In my arms I carried you, Is this why your strength had blazed Through your lively… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Courage: Great Russian word, fit for the songs of our children's children, pure on their tongues, and free. — Anna Akhmatova Children Copy Share Image
Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets… — Anna Akhmatova Ethereal Copy Share Image
If I can't have love, if I can't find peace, / Give me a bitter glory. — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
If you were music I would listen to you ceaselessly And my low spirits would brighten up. — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
I have long had this premonition of a bright day and a deserted house — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“Now that you're there, where everything is knowntell me: What else lived in that house besides us?” — Anna Akhmatova Haunting Copy Share Image
Your voice is wild and simple. You are untranslatable Into any one tongue. — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
There is a sacred, secret line in loving which attraction and even passion cannot cross. — Anna Akhmatova Attraction Copy Share Image
The word dropped like a stone on my still living breast. Confess: I was prepared, am somehow ready for the test. — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief. — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
