“But on that pale hand is no ring of mine, To no one will I give it, ever. The new moon’s golden beam forged it for me, And slipping it on in my sleep, whispered to me entreatingly; “Treasure this gift, be proud of the dream!” I won’t give the ring to anyone, ever.” DreamSleepMoonGiftPaleHandRing Author:Anna Akhmatova
“Has my fate really been so altered, Or is this game truly truly over? Where are winters, when I fell asleep In the morning in the sixth hour? In a new way, severely and calmly, I now live on the wild shore. I can no longer pronounce The tender or idle word. I can't believe that Christmas-tide is coming. Touchingly green is this the steppe before The beaming sun. Like a warm Wave, licks the tender shore. When from happiness languid and tired I was, then of such quiet With trembling inexpressible I dreamed And this in my imagining I deemed The after-mortal wandering of the soul...” DreamPoetrySleepQuietWinterRussian Author:Anna Akhmatova
“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.” DreamNamesCrimeReflectionMirrorsFleshListsCommitDestinedDelirium Author:Anna Akhmatova
“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.” DreamSongForgivingManageWakingForgive Me Author:Anna Akhmatova
“I seem to myself, as in a dream, Am accidental guest in this dreadful body.” DreamBodySeemsGuests Author:Anna Akhmatova
“Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.” DreamRest Of Your Life Author:Anna Akhmatova
