Poems by Anna Akhmatova
Willow
... But the voice of the wind I could understand ...
The Last Toast
... To that that the world is bad and that ...
And as its Going
... The bird began to sing the song of light and pleasure ...
I Saw My Friend At The Front Door
... But my eyes already gaze grimly ...
I Don't Know If You're Alive Or Dead
... Not even the one who caressed me and forgot ...
"And Pushkin's Exile Had..."
... Near the lake, where shades of plane-trees hover, ...
Thoughts Of The Sunlight
... Thoughts of the daylight dimmer and fainter ...
"And you, my friends who have been called away"
... But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep ...
I Taught Myself To Live Simply
... Only the cry of a stork landing on the roof ...
White Night
... That tired I haven't the strength ...
Requiem
... So, I have woven you this wide shroud out of the humble ...
"Along the Hard Crust..."
... And sweeter than all songs, sung ever, ...
"Let Somebody Else Rest..."
... It's northerly here, and fall of this year, ...
Our Native Earth
... Yes, this crunch on the teeth suits us just, ...
The Victory
... Let women lift higher the children! They blessed ...
