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    Give me bitter years of sickness, Suffocation, insomnia, fever, Take my child and my lover, And my mysterious gift of song This I pray at your liturgy After so many tormented days, So that the stormcloud over darkened Russia Might become a cloud of glorious rays.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: children  child  gift  song  pray  lover  russia  year 
     
    But here, in the murk of conflagration, where scarcely a friend is left to know we, the survivors, do not flinch from anything, not from a single blow. Surely the reckoning will be made after the passing of this cloud. We are the people without tears, straighter than you ... more proud...
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: people  friends  tears 
     
    No foreign sky protected me, no stranger's wing shielded my face. I stand as witness to the common lot survivor of that time, that place.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: time  sky  wings 
     
    I myself, from the very beginning, Seemed to myself like someone's dream or delirium Or a reflection in someone else's mirror, Without flesh, without meaning, without a name. Already I knew the list of crimes That I was destined to commit.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    If I can't have love, if I can't find peace, / Give me a bitter glory.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: peace 
     
    We learned not to meet anymore, We don't raise our eyes to one another, But we ourselves won't guarantee What could happen to us in an hour.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: eyes 
     
    Your voice is wild and simple. You are untranslatable Into any one tongue.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: wild 
     
    A land not mine, still forever memorable, the waters of its ocean chill and fresh. Sand on the bottom whiter than chalk, and the air drunk, like wine, late sun lays bare the rosy limbs of the pinetrees. Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: secret  world  forever  ocean  water 
     
    Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: real 
     
    Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: grief  sinner 
     
    Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: live  song  dreams 
     
    It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: soul 
     
    There is a sacred, secret line in loving which attraction and even passion cannot cross.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    This cruel age has deflected me, like a river from this course. Strayed from its familiar shores, my changeling life has flowed into a sister channel. How many spectacles I've missed: the curtain rising without me, and falling too. How many friends I never had the chance to meet.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: chance  friends  age 
     
    Hands, matches, an ashtray. A ritual beautiful and bitter.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: beautiful 
     
    I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry; poetry and love and again, complete chaos. Pain, disorder, occasional clarity; and at the bottom of it all: only love; poetry. Sheer enchantment, fear, humiliation. It all comes with love
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: fear  pain  chaos  poetry 
     
    The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so that boundaries would be crossed; the whole time I was praying you would read my eyes and understand what I was never able to understand. See, we were never about butterflies. We've always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: time  silence  star  eyes  space  read  butterfly 
     
    My shadow serves as the friend I crave
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: friends 
     
    The stars of death stood over us. And Russia, guiltless, beloved, writhed under the crunch of bloodstained boots, under the wheels of Black Marias.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: death  star  russia  black 
     
    Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: dreams 
     
    You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms...
    — Anna Akhmatova
    This land, although not my native land, Will be remembered forever. And the sea's lightly iced, Unsalty water. The sand on the bottom is whiter than chalk, The air is heady, like wine, And the rosy body of the pines Is naked in the sunset hour. And the sunset itself on such waves of ether That I just can't comprehend Whether it is the end of the day, the end of the world, Or the mystery of mysteries in me again.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: world  mystery  forever  body  water 
     
    I seem to myself, as in a dream, Am accidental guest in this dreadful body.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: body  dreams 
     
    And you know, I agree to everything: I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: enemies  darkness  comfort  enemy  sin 
     
    Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with reverent attention.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: winter  song  attention  music 
     
    Let whoever wants to, relax in the south, And bask in the garden of paradise. Here is the essence of north—and it's autumn I've chosen as this year's friend.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: friends  year  garden 
     
    The celebrations Of secret nonmeetings are empty, Unspoken conversations, Unuttered words. Glances that don't intersect Don't know where to come to rest. And only the tears rejoice Because they can flow and flow. Sweetbrier around Moscow, Alas! Somehow it is here ... And all this they will call Love eternal.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: secret  tears 
     
    You do not know just what you've been forgiven.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    That was when the ones who smiled Were the dead, glad to be at rest.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    I should be proud to have my memory graced, but only if the monument be placed... here, where I endured three hundred hours in line before the implacable iron bars.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: memory 
     
    All that I am hangs by a thread tonight
    — Anna Akhmatova
    All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: death  black  wings 
     
    Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: freedom  young  girls  wild  honey 
     
    I am not one of those who left the land to the mercy of its enemies. Their flattery leaves me cold, my songs are not for them to praise.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: enemies  mercy  enemy  song  praise 
     
    Not, not mine: it's somebody else's wound; I could never have borne it. So take the thing that happened, hide it, stick it in the ground; whisk the lamps away.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    ... he is rewarded with a form of eternal childhood, with the bounty and vigilance of the stars, the whole world was his inheritance and he shared it with everyone.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: world  star  childhood 
     
    How the miracle of our meeting Shone there and sang, I didn't want to return From there to anywhere. Happiness instead of duty Was bitter delight to me. Not obliged to speak to anyone, I spoke for a long while. Let passions stifle lovers, Demanding answers, We, my dear, are only souls At the limits of the world.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    And it seemed to me that there were fires Flying till dawn without number And I never found out things-those Strange eyes of his-what colour? Everything trembling and singing and Were you my enemy or my friend, Winter was it or summer?
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: enemies  friends  fire  eyes  winter  enemy 
     
    Rising from the past, my shadow Is running in silence to meet me.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: past  silence  running 
     
    We aged a hundred years, and this happened in a single hour: the short summer had already died, the body of the ploughed plains smoked.
    — Anna Akhmatova
    tags: body  summer  year 
     
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    anna akhmatova
    Birth    : June 23, 1889
    Death  : March 5, 1966
    Occupation  : Poet