ANNA AKHMATOVA ~ SILENT WORDS
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ANNA AKHMATOVA ~ WAKING DREAMS
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ANNA AKHMATOVA ~ IN THE EVENING
IN THE EVENING BY ANNA AKHMATOVA
The garden rang with music
Of inexpressible despair.
A dish of oysters spread on ice
Smelled like the ocean, fresh and sharp.
He told me: “I’m a faithful friend!”-
And lightly touched my dress.
How different from embraces
The touch of those two hands.
That’s how one strokes a cat or bird
Or looks at slender lady riders…
Just laughter in his quiet eyes,
Beneath his light gold lashes.
And the despondent voices of the violins
Sing out beyond the hanging smoke:
“Give blessings to heaven above
At last you’re alone with your beloved.”
March 1913
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ANNA AKHMATOVA ~ EVERYTHING
Everything
Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
Everything’s eaten by hunger,
unsated,so why does a light shine ahead?
By day, a mysterious wood,
near the town,breathes out cherry, a cherry perfume.
By night, on July’s sky, deep, and transparent,
new constellations are thrown.
And something miraculous will come
close to the darkness and ruin,
something no-one, no-one, has known,
though we’ve longed for it since we were children.
Anna Akhmatova
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ANNA AKHMATOVA ~ RUSSIAN POET
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