Anna Akhmatova

(23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)

But Listen, I Am Warning You - Poem by Anna Akhmatova

But listen, I am warning you
I'm living for the very last time.
Not as a swallow, nor a maple,
Not as a reed, nor as a star,
Not as spring water,
Nor as the toll of bells…
Will I return to trouble men
Nor will I vex their dreams again
With my insatiable moans.


Comments about But Listen, I Am Warning You by Anna Akhmatova

  • Rookie - 146 Points Robert Alston Jr (1/4/2015 4:24:00 PM)

    Okay two likes, I may add another. But can either of those who liked this poem explain to me why Akhmatova wrote this as a warning ? She writes this using various examples of physical things and ends with sounds...spring water, bell tolls, could it be the ones whoever they may be; and are so annoyed with the speaker of the poems physical presence, the sound of the speaker's voice, will come to miss what so annoys them? Not to limit the piece in any way. And clearly she knew her words could live on beyond a physical body, her voice always heard. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010



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