“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.” GivingYearsChildrenMightSongPrayingLoversGive MeCloudsRussiaBitterMysteriousMy ChildrenGloriousSicknessRaysInsomniaI PrayFeverLiturgyMy Lover Book:A stranger to heaven and earth: poems of Anna Akhmatova Source: A stranger to heaven and earth: poems of 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
“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.” SongLeftEnemyLandColdMercyPraiseFlatteryLeaving Me Book:Избранные Стихи Source: Избранные Стихи
“Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with reverent attention.” SongFallWhiteAttentionAirMusic IsSilentWinterDumbKneesFragrance 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
“Courage: Great Russian word, fit for the songs of our children's children, pure on their tongues, and free.” ChildrenSongCourageFitPureOur ChildrenTongue Book:Избранные Стихи Source: Избранные Стихи
