Poems by Anna Akhmatova
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice
... Cutting the corn's ear tightly pressed to ear ...
How can you bear to look at the Neva?
... . Not in vain am I known as the grieving one ...
For Osip Mandelstam
... The frozen poplars, like glasses for a toast, ...
Everything
... though weve longed for it since we were children ...
Crucifix
... I This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered ...
Celebrate
... - And if your voice, a marvellous birds, ...
You Will Hear Thunder
... The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, ...
Here Pushkins Endless Exile Has Begun
... The mountain grass has a smell so sweet and gentle, ...
How Many Demands...
... . . Since you've given me neither love nor peace ...
Alexander By Thebes
... The towers, the gates, the temples rich and thriving ...
Sunshine Has Filled The Room
... And made me forget, so now to atone, ...
To the Many
... And they say -- it's impossible to fuse more closely, ...
Rachel
... While pulling her braids in despair all that night ...
"In Human Closeness There..."
... But they who reached are shocked with anguish hard -- ...
Reading 'Hamlet'
... .." Princes always say that, being placid or fierce, ...
