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 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...

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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...

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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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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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