Anna Akhmatova
Poem Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold, Death’s great black wing scrapes the air, Misery gnaws to the bone. Why then …
Poem Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold, Death’s great black wing scrapes the air, Misery gnaws to the bone. Why then …
Mountains, a moment’s earth-waves rising and hollowing; the earth too’s an ephemerid; the stars – Short-lived as grass the stars …
All that matters is to be at one with the living God to be a creature win the house of …
Poem Ah, not to be cut off, not through the slightest partition shut out from the law of the stars. …
So long as this breath fills your nostrils, Why seek out fragrant flowers? Peaceful, compassionate, patient, already your own master, …
Another Spring White birds over the grey river. Scarlet flowers on the green hills. I watch the Spring go by …
Black hair and red cheeks: for how long? One moment, and the silver threads run through. Open the blinds: the …
It is Spring in the mountains. I come alone seeking you. The sound of chopping wood echoes Between the silent …
Cremation It nearly cancels my fear of death, my dearest said, When I think of cremation. To rot in …
A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck of the house. From there I could see and hear the …
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