“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
You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms... — 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… — Anna Akhmatova Dreams 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 Dawn Copy Share Image
No, not under the vault of another sky, not under the shelter of other wings. I was with my people then, there… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem too insignificant for our concern? Yet in my heart I never will… — 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
“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 Children 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
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
“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
“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
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
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
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
Flowers, cold from the dew, And autumn's approaching breath, I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids, Which haven't faded yet. In their… — Anna Akhmatova Autumn 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 Daily prayer 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
Mary Magdalene beat her breasts and sobbed, His dear disciple, stone-faced, stared. His mother stood apart. No other looked into her secret… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
A choir of angels glorified the hour, the vault of heaven was dissolved in fire. "Father, why hast Thou forsaken me? Mother,… — Anna Akhmatova Angel 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
Not, not mine: it's somebody else's wound; I could never have borne it. So take the thing that happened, hide it, stick… — 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
“We will not drink from the same cup - Neither water nor sweet wine is ours, We will not kiss as the… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem too insignificant for our concern? Yet in my heart I never will… — Anna Akhmatova Death Copy Share Image
Let whoever wants to, relax in the south, And bask in the garden of paradise. Here is the essence of north—and it's… — Anna Akhmatova Autumn Copy Share Image
And it seemed to me that there were fires Flying till dawn without number And I never found out things-those Strange eyes… — Anna Akhmatova Colour 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… — 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 Cold eyes Copy Share Image
“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 Children 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
“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
Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I… — Anna Akhmatova Dream 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
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 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
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
