Poems by Anna Akhmatova
He Did Love
... Choir chants at vespers, albino peacocks, ...
We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye
... That stick in your hand is tracing mansions ...
"To fall ill as one should, deliriously"
... Drink the iced Wine, and watch the gray waterfall pour ...
My Way
... But I do go -- and woe is there -- ...
But Listen, I Am Warning You
... Nor will I vex their dreams again ...
"I Don't Like Flowers..."
... Has stayed - my heritage - a set of years behind, ...
"There Are the Words..."
... There are the words that couldnt be twice said, ...
In Dream
... At midnight sometime through the stars ...
"So again we triumph!"
... This pain that will be called ...
Departure
... strangely red where the sun comes down ...
"A Widow in Black..."
... Though paid by life -- what more could be desired ...
"You, Who Was Born..."
... Do not repeat the sayings of the ancients ...
Song Of The Final Meeting
... " This is a song of the final meeting ...
Music
... It speaks with me in fate's non-seldom fits, ...
"As a White Stone..."
... I knew: the gods turned once, in their madness, ...
