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“I Was Born In the Right Time…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets Anna Akhmatova (1889 – 1966) 1913 I was born in the right time, in whole, Only this time is one that is blessed, But great God did not let my poor soul … Continue reading

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The Grey-Eyed King

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Anna Akhmatova (1889 – 1966) Hail! Hail to thee, o, immovable pain! The young grey-eyed king had been yesterday slain. This autumnal evening was stuffy and red. My husband, returning, had … Continue reading

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The Moon In a Zenith

…from the quills of the dead white poets Anna Akhmatova (1889 – 1966) But nothing changed for ages here… In the same way the divine lyre Pours bliss from the eternal crests. Same are the waters and stars’ throngs, And … Continue reading

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You, who first stood before the source

…from the quills of the dead white poets Anna Akhmatova (1889 – 1966) (To Alexander Blok)   You, who first stood before the source With your smile, so deadly stoned! How tortures us a look, you own, – The heavy … Continue reading

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Let somebody else rest …

…from the quills of the dead white poets Anna Akhmatova (1889 – 1966) Let somebody else rest by southern sea, Enjoying the paradise land, It’s northerly here, and fall of this year, I chose to be my girl-friend. I’ve carried … Continue reading

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