Poems by Anna Akhmatova
Here is my gift
... Oh, who would have dared believe that half-crazed I, ...
To Boris Pasternak
... But suddenly it got the silent one and saddened ...
"The pillow hot"
... The pillow hot On both sides, ...
"'I have come to take your place, sister"
... Your eyes have grown dull, your tears cloudy, ...
Gray-Eyed King
... .. During one night her black hair turned to grey ...
"My Hands Clasped..."
... My hands clasped under a veil, dim and hazy ...
Muse
... What just means liberty, or youth, or approbation, ...
"Now no-one will be listening to songs"
... Don't break My heart, song, but be still: you are the last ...
They Didnt Meet
... Your voice is very strange&hellip ...
The Two Of Us Wont Share A Glass Together
... Nor, late at night, enjoy an evening shine&hellip ...
"You'll Live, But I'll Not..."
... From tracks of wolves, you'll hear ...
True Tenderness
... and can't be mistaken for anything else ...
Greetings!
... You say that you don't want to see my hands, ...
I Have No Use For Odic Legions
... And out comes a poem, light-hearted, tender, ...
Somewhere there is a simple life
... But not for anything would we exchange this splendid ...
