Short Stories featuring Anna Akhmatova

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Willow by Anna Akhmatova

And I grew up in patterned tranquillity, In the cool nursery of the young century.

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In Memory of M. B. by Anna Akhmatova

Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense.

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Why Is This Age Worse...? by Anna Akhmatova

Why is this age worse than earlier ages? In a stupor of grief and dread

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Lot's Wife by Anna Akhmatova

And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track,

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Celebrate by Anna Akhmatova

Celebrate our anniversary - can't you see tonight the snowy night of our first winter

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How can you bear to look at the Neva? by Anna Akhmatova

How can you bear to look at the Neva? How can you bear to cross the bridges?.

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You Thought I Was That Type by Anna Akhmatova

You thought I was that type: That you could forget me,

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White Night by Anna Akhmatova

That day, in Moscow, a true prophecy, when for the last time I say goodbye,

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I Don't Know If You're Alive Or Dead by Anna Akhmatova

I don't know if you're alive or dead. Can you on earth be sought,

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You Will Hear Thunder by Anna Akhmatova

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim

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I Taught Myself To Live Simply by Anna Akhmatova

I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God,

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Crucifix by Anna Akhmatova

Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave. I

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I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice by Anna Akhmatova

I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice, And the rich summer's welcome loss I hear

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Thunder by Anna Akhmatova

There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire

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Under Her Dark Veil by Anna Akhmatova

Under her dark veil she wrung her hands. "Why are you so pale today?"

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The Sentence by Anna Akhmatova

And the stone word fell On my still-living breast.

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Twenty-First. Night. Monday by Anna Akhmatova

Twenty-first. Night. Monday. Silhouette of the capitol in darkness.

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Sunbeam by Anna Akhmatova

I pray to the sunbeam from the window - It is pale, thin, straight.

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Solitude by Anna Akhmatova

So many stones have been thrown at me, That I'm not frightened of them anymore,

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For Osip Mandelstam by Anna Akhmatova

And the town is frozen solid in a vice, Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass.

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