Anna Akhmatova
Anna Akhmatova
Anna Andreyevna Gorenko, better known by the pen name Anna Akhmatova, was a Russian modernist poet, one of the most acclaimed writers in the Russian canon...
NationalityRussian
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth23 June 1889
CountryRussian Federation
build condition consent last memorial raise sea someday ties
If someone someday in this countryDecides to raise a memorial to me,I give my consent to this festivityBut only on this condition - do not build itBy the sea where I was born,I have severed my last ties with the sea...
build condition consent country decides last memorial raise sea someday ties
If someone someday in this country Decides to raise a memorial to me, I give my consent to this festivity But only on this condition - do not build it By the sea where I was born, I have severed my last ties with the sea...
thinking storm remember
You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms...
passion long miracle
How the miracle of our meeting Shone there and sang, I didn't want to return From there to anywhere. Happiness instead of duty Was bitter delight to me. Not obliged to speak to anyone, I spoke for a long while. Let passions stifle lovers, Demanding answers, We, my dear, are only souls At the limits of the world.
simple voice tongue
Your voice is wild and simple. You are untranslatable Into any one tongue.
blow clouds people
But here, in the murk of conflagration, where scarcely a friend is left to know we, the survivors, do not flinch from anything, not from a single blow. Surely the reckoning will be made after the passing of this cloud. We are the people without tears, straighter than you ... more proud...
long house premonition
I have long had this premonition of a bright day and a deserted house
secret
The secret of secrets is inside me again
spirit lows ifs
If you were music I would listen to you ceaselessly And my low spirits would brighten up.
love passion secret
There is a sacred, secret line in loving which attraction and even passion cannot cross.
sunset secret world
Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.
running past silence
Rising from the past, my shadow Is running in silence to meet me.
time sky wings
No foreign sky protected me, no stranger's wing shielded my face. I stand as witness to the common lot survivor of that time, that place.
generosity remembrance each-day
We thought: we're poor, we have nothing, but when we started losing one after the other so each day became remembrance day, we started composing poems about God's great generosity and our former riches.