“In intimacy there exists a line That can't be crossed by passion or love's art -- In awful silence lips melt into one And out of love to pieces bursts the heart. And friendship here is impotent, and years Of happiness sublime in fire aglow, When soul is free and does not hear The dulling of sweet passion, long and slow. Those who are striving toward it are in fever, But those that reach it struck with woe that lingers. Now you have understood, why forever My heart does not beat underneath your fingers.” LoveHeartArtPoetryPassionSilenceIntimacyRussian Author:Anna Akhmatova
“Now no one will listen to songs. The prophesied days have begun. Latest poem of mine, the world has lost its wonder, Don't break my heart, don't ring out.” WorldHeartSongLostWonderBreakMinesMy HeartRingsBreaking My Heart Author:Anna Akhmatova
“A loss, but who still mourns the breath of one woman, or laments one wife? Though my heart never can forget, how, for one look, she gave up her life.” LooksHeartStillsLossForgetWifeMy HeartBreathsMournGave UpOne WomanLament Author:Anna Akhmatova
“You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.” ThinkingHeartHardWantedRememberFireSkyStormColourThunderRemember MeCrimsonRims Book:You will hear thunder: Akhmatova, poems Source: You will hear thunder: Akhmatova, poems
“Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem too insignificant for our concern? Yet in my heart I never will deny her, Who suffered death because she chose to turn.” HeartDoeSeemsDeathTurnsWomenMy HeartConcernDenyGrievingInsignificant Book:Избранные Стихи Source: Избранные Стихи
“You thought I was that type: that you could forget me, and that I'd plead and weep and throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare, or that I'd ask the sorcerers for some magic potion made from roots and send you a terrible gift: my precious perfumed handkerchief. Damn you! I will not grant your cursed soul vicarious tears or a single glance. And I swear to you by the garden of the angels, I swear by the miracle-working ikon, and by the fire and smoke of our nights: I will never come back to you.” HeartMadeSoulNightAsksForgetFireMagicTearsBrokenTypeTerribleAngelGardenRootsMiracleSmokeDamnBroken HeartGrantsSwearGlancesCursedForget MeHandkerchiefsVicariousMaresDamn You Author:Anna Akhmatova
