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Showing posts with label Poets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poets. Show all posts
Friday, July 22, 2022

'You should appear less often in my dreams' by Anna Akhmatova

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  You should appear less often in my dreams, Since we meet so frequently; Yet only in night's sanctuary Are you sad, troubled, and tende...

'Yes, I loved those nocturnal gatherings - ' by Anna Akhmatova

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  Yes, I loved those nocturnal gatherings - The iced glasses on the little table, A fine steam from the black, fragrant coffee, The red fire...

'Why pretend to be' by Anna Akhmatova

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  Why pretend to be Now breeze, now stone, now a bird? Why smile at me, In sudden lightning from summer's sky? Don't torture me furt...

'Why do you wander, restless?' by Anna Akhmatova

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  'Why do you wander, restless?' Why do you wander, restless? Why stare, unable to breathe? Surely you understand, our two Souls hav...

White Night by Anna Akhmatova

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  Oh, I've not locked the door, I've not lit the candles, You know I'm too tired To think of sleep. See, how the fields die down...

'We shall not sip from the same glass,' by Anna Akhmatova

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  We shall not sip from the same glass, No water for us, or sweet wine; We'll not embrace at morning, Not gaze from the same sill at nig...
Wednesday, July 20, 2022

Venice by Anna Akhmatova

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  Gold dovecote by waters, Tender and dazzlingly green; A salt-breeze sweeps away The gondola's narrow wake. Such sensitive, strange eye...

'To lose the freshness of speech, the simplicity of feeling,' by Anna Akhmatova

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  To lose the freshness of speech, the simplicity of feeling, Isn't that, for us, like a painter losing the power of sight, Or an actor,...

'To feel thoroughly ill, to sweat in delirium,' by Anna Akhmatova

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  To feel thoroughly ill, to sweat in delirium, To meet everyone known again, To roam the broad paths of a sea-side garden, Filled with the ...

'The sky's blue lacquer grows dim,' by Anna Akhmatova

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  The sky's blue lacquer grows dim, And louder the song of the flute, It's only a pipe of clay, There's no need for its complain...

The road by the seaside garden darkens, by Anna Akhmatova

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  The lights are a fresh yellow. I'm at peace; but please, don't talk To me about him. You're kind and loyal, we'll be frien...

'There's a secret border in human closeness,' by Anna Akhmatova

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  For Nikolai Nedobrovo There's a secret border in human closeness, That love's being, love's passion, cannot pass – Though lips...

'There I saw out' by Anna Akhmatova

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  There I saw out My twenty-first year, Sweet in the mouth The dark, sultry honey. On the twigs I tore My white silk dress, In the bowed pin...

The high vault is bluer' by Anna Akhmatova

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  The high vault is bluer Than the sky's solid blue… Forgive me, happy boy, The death I brought you – For the roses from every place, Fo...

The Guest by Anna Akhmatova

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  All's as it was: the snowstorm's Fine flakes wet the window pane, And I myself am not new-born, But a man came to me today. I aske...

'The evening light is broad and yellow,' by Anna Akhmatova

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  The evening light is broad and yellow, Tender, the April chill. You are many years late, Yet I'm glad you are here. Sit down now, clos...

'The bridge of logs is black and twisted,' by Anna Akhmatova

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  The bridge of logs is black and twisted, The burdocks stand shoulder high, And a thick forest of nettles sings Of how the bright sickle wi...

Song of the Last Meeting by Anna Akhmatova

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  My heart was chilled and numb, But my feet were light. I fumbled the glove for my left hand Onto my right. It seemed there were many steps...

Solitude by Anna Akhmatova

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  So many stones are thrown at me That I no longer cower, The turret's cage is shapely, High among high towers. My thanks, to its builde...

Reply by Anna Akhmatova

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  For Vasily Komarovsky Such strange words That quiet April day brought me. You knew it was still alive in me, That dreadful week of passion...