“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
I seem to myself, as in a dream, Am accidental guest in this dreadful body. — 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… — Anna Akhmatova Dream 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
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
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
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
“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
“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
Though you are three times more beautiful than angels, Though you are the sister of the river willows, I will kill you… — Anna Akhmatova Angel 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 Habits 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
Natural thunder heralds the wetness of fresh water high clouds to quench the thirst of fields gone dry and parched, a messenger… — 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
“You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim of the sky will be the colour of… — Anna Akhmatova Emotion Copy Share Image
This cruel age has deflected me, like a river from this course. Strayed from its familiar shores, my changeling life has flowed… — Anna Akhmatova Age 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 Children 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 am not one of those who left the land to the mercy of its enemies. Their flattery leaves me cold, my… — Anna Akhmatova Cold Copy Share Image
I myself, from the very beginning, Seemed to myself like someone's dream or delirium Or a reflection in someone else's mirror, Without… — 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… — 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 Beauty Copy Share Image
No foreign sky protected me, no stranger's wing shielded my face. I stand as witness to the common lot survivor of that… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of… — Anna Akhmatova Colour 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
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
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
“ 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
“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 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
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
“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
“ Muse When at night I wait for her to come, Life, it seems, hangs by a single strand. What are glory,… — Anna Akhmatova Life Copy Share Image
