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“If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly, and my low spirits would brighten up.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“I seem to myself, as in a dream,
An accidental guest in this dreadful body.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“Your voice is wild and simple.
You are untranslatable
Into any one tongue.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“The word landed with a stony thud
Onto my still-beating breast.
Nevermind, I was prepared,
I will manage with the rest.

I have a lot of work to do today;
I need to slaughter memory,
Turn my living soul to stone
Then teach myself to live again. . .

But how. The hot summer rustles
Like a carnival outside my window;
I have long had this premonition
Of a bright day and a deserted house. ”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“Forgive me, that I manage badly,
Manage badly but live gloriously,
That I leave traces of myself in my songs,
That I appeared to you in waking dreams.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“I have a lot of work to do today;
I need to slaughter memory,
Turn my living soul to stone
Then teach myself to live again.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“And you know, I agree to everything:
I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy,
Darkness will be light and sin lovely.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“I know beginnings, I know endings too,
and life-in-death, and something else
I'd rather not recall just now.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“We learned not to meet anymore,
We don't raise our eyes to one another,
But we ourselves won't guarantee
What could happen to us in an hour.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“Though you are three times more beautiful than angels,
Though you are the sister of the river willows,
I will kill you with my singing,
Without spilling your blood on the ground.
Not touching you with my hand,
Not giving you one glance, I will stop loving you,
But with your unimaginable groans
I will finally slake my thirst.
From her, who wandered the earth before me,
Crueler than ice, more fiery than flame,
From her, who still exists in the ether—
From her you will set me free.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“A land not mine, still
forever memorable,
the waters of its ocean
chill and fresh.

Sand on the bottom whiter than chalk,
and the air drunk, like wine,
late sun lays bare
the rosy limbs of the pinetrees.

Sunset in the ethereal waves:
I cannot tell if the day
is ending, or the world, or if
the secret of secrets is inside me again.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“This land, although not my native land,
Will be remembered forever.
And the sea's lightly iced,
Unsalty water.

The sand on the bottom is whiter than chalk,
The air is heady, like wine,
And the rosy body of the pines
Is naked in the sunset hour.

And the sunset itself on such waves of ether
That I just can't comprehend
Whether it is the end of the day, the end of the world,
Or the mystery of mysteries in me again.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“How the miracle of our meeting
Shone there and sang,
I didn't want to return
From there to anywhere.
Happiness instead of duty
Was bitter delight to me.
Not obliged to speak to anyone,
I spoke for a long while.
Let passions stifle lovers,
Demanding answers,
We, my dear, are only souls
At the limits of the world.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“We don't know how to say goodbye,
We wander on, shoulder to shoulder
Already the sun is going down
You're moody, and I am your shadow.
Let's step inside a church, hear prayers, masses for the dead
Why are we so different from the rest?
Outside in the graveyard we sit on a frozen branch.

That stick in your hand is tracing
Mansions in the snow in which we will always be together.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“You invented me. There is no such earthly being,
Such an earthly being there could never be.
A doctor cannot cure, a poet cannot comfort—
A shadowy apparition haunts you night and day.
We met in an unbelievable year,
When the world's strength was at an ebb,
Everything withered by adversity,
And only the graves were fresh.
Without streetlights, the Neva's waves were black as pitch,
Thick night enclosed me like a wall ...
That's when my voice called out to you!
Why it did—I still don't understand.
And you came to me, as if guided by a star
That tragic autumn, stepping
Into that irrevocably ruined house,
From whence had flown a flock of burnt verse.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“Regarding myself as a mere echo,
Cave-like, unintelligible and nocturnal . . .”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“Flowers, cold from the dew,
And autumn's approaching breath,
I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids,
Which haven't faded yet.

In their nights, fragrantly resinous,
Entwined with delightful mystery,
They will breathe in her springlike
Extraordinary beauty.

But in a whirlwind of sound and fire,
From her shing head they will flutter
And fall—and before her
They will die, faintly fragrant still.

And, impelled by faithful longing,
My obedient gaze will feast upon them—
With a reverent hand,
Love will gather their rotting remains.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“This cruel age has deflected me,
like a river from this course.
Strayed from its familiar shores,
my changeling life has flowed
into a sister channel.
How many spectacles I've missed:
the curtain rising without me,
and falling too. How many friends
I never had the chance to meet.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“Song falls silent, music is dumb,
But the air burns with their fragrance,
And white winter, on its knees,
Observes everything with reverent attention.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“Let whoever wants to, relax in the south,
And bask in the garden of paradise.
Here is the essence of north—and it's autumn
I've chosen as this year's friend.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“Now that you're there, where everything is known—tell me:
What else lived in that house besides us?”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“All that I am hangs by a thread tonight”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“And this tenderness was not like
That which a certain poet
At the beginning of the century called true
And, for some reason, quiet. No, not at all—
It rang out, like the first waterfall,
It crunched like the crust of bluish ice
And it prayed with a swanlike voice,
And it broke down right before our eyes.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“We are all carousers and loose women here;
How unhappy we are together!”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“The celebrations
Of secret nonmeetings are empty,
Unspoken conversations,
Unuttered words.
Glances that don't intersect
Don't know where to come to rest.
And only the tears rejoice
Because they can flow and flow.
Sweetbrier around Moscow,
Alas! Somehow it is here ...
And all this they will call
Love eternal.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“Sunset in the ethereal waves:
I cannot tell if the day
is ending, or the world, or if
the secret of secrets is inside me again.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“No other looked into her secret eyes.
Nobody dared.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“I defend
Not my voice, but my silence”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“Let my heiress have full rights,
Live in my house, sing songs that I composed.
Yet how slowly my strength ebbs,
How the tortured breast craves air.
The love of my friends, my enemies' rancor
And the yellow roses in my bushy garden,
And a lover's burning tenderness—all this
I bestow upon you, messenger of dawn.
Also the glory for which I was born,
For which my star, like some whirlwind, soared
And now falls. Look, its falling
Prophesies your power, love and inspiration.
Preserving my generous bequest,
You will live long and worthily.
Thus it will be. You see, I am content,
Be happy, but remember me.”
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova

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