“ This land, although not my native land,Will be remembered forever.And the sea's lightly iced,Unsalty water.The sand on the bottom is whiter than chalk,The air is heady, like wine,And the rosy body of… Anna Akhmatova
“ No one else was as close and as open, No one else so boiled my blood, Even he, who consigned me to torment, Even he, who caressed and forgot. Anna Akhmatova
“ Forgive me that I felt forsaken, That grief and angst was all I knew. Forgive me that I kept mistaking Too many other men for you. Anna Akhmatova
“ I have a lot of work to do today; I need to slaughter memory, Turn my living soul to stone Then teach myself to live again. Anna Akhmatova
“ For this gloomy beast within my breast - A heart. But the thing is,We've all had to learn not to sleep for three years.In the morning we shall find outWho has died in the night. Anna Akhmatova
“ I know: yes, no, even I must tear offThe delicate daisy petals.Everyone on earth is destined to feelThe torments of love. Anna Akhmatova
“ And in the depths of music, I didn’t find the answer,And again there was silence, and again the ghost of summer. Anna Akhmatova
“ If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly, and my low spirits would brighten up. Anna Akhmatova
“ Without love, I'm more at ease, I'm sure. The sky is high, the mountain wind is sweeping, And all my thoughts are innocent and pure. Anna Akhmatova
“ I’m happy. But some beauty is nonesuch - The gently sloping path across the wood, The wretched bridge that’s just a little skewed And that, for which, I won’t be waiting much. Anna Akhmatova
“ This cruel age has deflected me,like a river from this course.Strayed from its familiar shores,my changeling life has flowedinto a sister channel.How many spectacles I've missed:the curtain rising wit… Anna Akhmatova
“ As the future ripens in the past,so the past rots in the future --a terrible festival of dead leaves. Anna Akhmatova
“ You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire. Anna Akhmatova
“ Let my heiress have full rights,Live in my house, sing songs that I composed.Yet how slowly my strength ebbs,How the tortured breast craves air.The love of my friends, my enemies' rancorAnd the yellow… Anna Akhmatova
“ Flowers, cold from the dew,And autumn's approaching breath,I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids,Which haven't faded yet.In their nights, fragrantly resinous,Entwined with delightful mystery,They wil… Anna Akhmatova
