It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently. — Anna Akhmatova Inspirational love Copy Share Image
“Let love become the gravestone That lies upon my life.” — Anna Akhmatova Gravestone Copy Share Image
Poems are my link with the times, with the new life of my people. — Anna Akhmatova Life 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
“Regarding myself as a mere echo, Cave-like, unintelligible and nocturnal . . .” — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms... — 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… — Anna Akhmatova Life Copy Share Image
Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief. — 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
A loss, but who still mourns the breath of one woman, or laments one wife? Though my heart never can forget, how,… — Anna Akhmatova Breaths Copy Share Image
In the terrible years of the Yezhov terror I spent seventeen months waiting in line outside the prison in Leningrad. One day… — 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 is rewarded with a form of eternal childhood, with the bounty and vigilance of the stars, the whole world was… — Anna Akhmatova Childhood 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… — Anna Akhmatova Feds Copy Share Image
“He never asks for endearment, all quiet, Only gazes at me all the time, And he bears with a blissful smile This… — Anna Akhmatova Endearment 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… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“I knew: the gods turned once, in their madness, Men into things, not killing humane senses. You’ve been turned in to my… — Anna Akhmatova Nostalgia Copy Share Image
But here, in the murk of conflagration, where scarcely a friend is left to know we, the survivors, do not flinch from… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
This land, although not my native land, Will be remembered forever. And the sea's lightly iced, Unsalty water. The sand on the… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
You thought I was that type: that you could forget me, and that I'd plead and weep and throw myself under the… — Anna Akhmatova Angel Copy Share Image
“There is a frontier-line in human closeness That love and passion cannot violate-- Though in silence mouth to mouth be soldered And… — Anna Akhmatova Closeness Copy Share Image
“Each and every day, I get One letter like a bride. I’m responding to my friend, Writing late at night: “On my… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
A land not mine, still forever memorable, the waters of its ocean chill and fresh. Sand on the bottom whiter than chalk,… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
How the miracle of our meeting Shone there and sang, I didn't want to return From there to anywhere. Happiness instead of… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“All's ringing, roaring, grinding, breakers' crash - and silence all at once, release: it means he is tiptoeing over pine needles, so… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Your voice is wild and simple. You are untranslatable Into any one tongue. — 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
I have long had this premonition of a bright day and a deserted house — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“Oh, my home is not my own – I lament and rue. Answer, stranger yet unknown, I am seeking you!” — Anna Akhmatova Home Copy Share Image
All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead. — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future -- a terrible festival of dead leaves. — Anna Akhmatova Festivals Copy Share Image
The triumphs of a mysterious non-meeting are desolate ones; unspoken phrases, silent words. — Anna Akhmatova Communication Copy Share Image
I know beginnings, I know endings too, and life-in-death, and something else I'd rather not recall just now. — 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… — Anna Akhmatova Body Copy Share Image
“But then he touched the flowers With the dry tips of his fingers. "Tell me how men kiss you. Tell me how… — Anna Akhmatova Flower Copy Share Image
We are all carousers and loose women here; How unhappy we are together! — Anna Akhmatova Loose women 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
That was when the ones who smiled Were the dead, glad to be at rest. — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
