Best Akhmatova Poems

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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Heart's memory of sun grows fainter, 
What now? Darkness? 
Perhaps! This very night unfolds 
the winter. 
-- Anna Akhmatova

I remember the summer
of yesterdays, folded neatly
like...

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 “A land not mine, still forever memorable, the waters of its ocean chill and fresh. Sand on the bottom whiter than chalk, and the...

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for Anna Akhmatova

This is easy living
Waiting for the Muse to arrive
whispering sweet lullabies
into my plume

You may get a bout
of insomnia, or
wake up before sunrise, or
stay...

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...dedicated to the Russian poet Anna Akhmatova.

Her cranium, its bumps and hollows, 
cradles secrets stored beneath, 
neurons firing, never tiring 
of their journeys to belief....

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I Know The Truth
by Marina Tsvetaeva
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I know the truth?abandon lesser truths!
There's no need for anyone living to struggle!
See? Evening falls,...

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...inspired by M by Seamus Heaney


Her cranium, its bumps and hollows
cradles secrets stored beneath,
neurons firing, never tiring
of their journeys to belief.

Thin vibrations mold, embolden,
prophecies, cunabula
suffuse...

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...inspired by 'M' by Seamus Heaney


The cranium, its bumps and hollows
cradle secrets stored beneath,
neurons firing, never tiring
of their journeys to belief.

Thin vibrations mold, embolden
prophecies, cunabula,
imagine...

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...dedicated to the Russian poet Anna Akhmatova.

Her cranium, its bumps and hollows, 
cradles secrets stored beneath, 
neurons firing, never tiring 
of their journeys to belief....

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