Anna Akhmatova

(23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)

Anna Akhmatova Poems

1. To The Muse 10/5/2011
2. There Are The Words That Couldn’t Be Twice Said 4/8/2010
3. Let Somebody Else Rest By Southern Sea 4/8/2010
4. The Pillow Hot 4/8/2010
5. To Fall Ill As One Should, Deliriously 4/8/2010
6. If The Moon On The Skies Does Not Roam 4/8/2010
7. So Again We Triumph! 4/8/2010
8. Muse 4/8/2010
9. One Goes In Straightforward Ways 4/8/2010
10. Reading 'Hamlet' 4/8/2010
11. To Boris Pasternak 4/8/2010
12. Our Native Earth 4/8/2010
13. Sunshine Has Filled The Room 4/8/2010
14. You, Who Was Born For Poetry's Creation 4/8/2010
15. Music 4/8/2010
16. You'Ll Live, But I'Ll Not; Perhaps 4/8/2010
17. To The Many 4/8/2010
18. I Was Born In The Right Time, In Whole 4/8/2010
19. The Last Toast 4/8/2010
20. My Hands Clasped Under A Veil 4/8/2010
21. This Evening’s Light Is Golden Bright 4/8/2010
22. The Victory 4/8/2010
23. They Didn’t Meet 4/8/2010
24. Rachel 4/8/2010
25. Now No-One Will Be Listening To Songs 4/8/2010
26. Here Pushkin’s Endless Exile Has Begun 4/8/2010
27. How Many Demands... 4/8/2010
28. In The Evening 4/8/2010
29. My Way 4/8/2010
30. He Did Love 4/8/2010
31. I Have No Use For Odic Legions 4/8/2010
32. Thoughts Of The Sunlight 4/8/2010
33. Somewhere There Is A Simple Life 4/8/2010
34. I Saw My Friend At The Front Door 4/8/2010
35. True Tenderness 4/8/2010
36. Alexander By Thebes 4/8/2010
37. In Dream 4/8/2010
38. As A White Stone In The Well's Cool Deepness 4/8/2010
39. Greetings! 4/8/2010
40. Gray-Eyed King 4/8/2010
Best Poem of Anna Akhmatova

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.

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Requiem

Not under foreign skies
Nor under foreign wings protected -
I shared all this with my own people
There, where misfortune had abandoned us.
[1961]

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During the frightening years of the Yezhov terror, I

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