Akhmatova Poems - Poems about Akhmatova

Her restraint ne'er beholden to a closed entity, but to turn the key that unlocks the shackles that hinder one’s poetic pen, utmost words to cascade into the annals of history, Bard to reveal decadency of a mind from ravelled stifled panoramic views. A script of nonconformity that dwells deep within one’s consciousness, battles with the hostilities of an academics re-eduction of...

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THE MUSE by Anna Akhmatova This is my English translation of a Russian poem by Anna Akhmatova… The MUSE by Anna Akhmatova loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch My being hangs by a thread tonight as I await a Muse no human pen can command. The desires of my heart — youth, liberty, glory — now depend on the Maid with the flute...

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Could you be my dream more rarely, because we so often meet, but temple of dark's seen barely with sadness of yours that's sweet. And Seraph's laud is not sweeter than flattery of your lips. And name of my own does glitter for you in this calm eclipse. P.S. The poem is written under the influence of Anna Akhmatova....

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Like on edge of a wetted cloud I remember your speech, my sound makes more brighter again your night than the glory of their daylight. And we are out of land, you know, We're so high, like the stars we go. There's no shame, there is no despair Now or latter, of course, I dare And I call you hear all my strive, You're...

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Like white stone in the deep of well a moment lies in me and I remember, Ah, it is fun, it's suffering, I tell, I cannot fight, I'm ready to surrender. It seems to me there's someone who can stare to see in eyes of mine that truth, I'm sorry, He will be sadder, pensive and I share with him my very...

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With serpent it's woven in clew near heart it makes sorcery truly, with pigeon all days it is new, It's cooing in white window newly. Then in a bright frost it will spark, In slumber of gillyflower it will show itself, it is mark of gladness and peace and good hour. I know it is crying so sweet in violin's pray longing style And it's...

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On Reading Akhmatova by Rick Folker Kansas City, MO ...delighted in deliriums, In singing about tombs. I distributed misfortunes… … But I am not allowed to forget The taste of the tears of yesterday. - Anna Akhmatova “The Last One” Awake in my darkened room Another nightmare of doom Entombed in this nothingness Life has become a series of shades Passing by my window on a heavy August night - Friends...

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I squeezed hands under veil of the darkness... "You are pale today, tell me, why?" Because I gave him drink with tart sadness to be drunk to regret and to cry. Can't forget, he walked out and he staggered And the torture distorted his mouth, I ran down stair to him and I pattered passing by rail to gates with my oath....

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I used to wonder Who is the lady pictured? She must run this site. Then I saw a photograph Of Anna Akhmatova... I used to think the famous Russian poet, often pictured in Team PS blogs, was a member of staff, lol For Harry and Mandy’s Curiosity contest...

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