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apoemaday · 7 months
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"Why is our century worse than any other?"
by Anna Akhmatova
Why is our century worse than any other? Is it that in the stupor of fear and grief It has plunged its fingers in the blackest ulcer, Yet cannot bring relief?
Westward the sun is dropping, And the roofs of towns are shining in its light. Already death is chalking doors with crosses And calling the ravens and the ravens are in flight.
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letsbeapoemtogether · 2 months
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“Spring,” they call her, I call her solitude.
Anna Akhmatova, tr. by D.M. Thomas, from “Second Dedication,”
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bluestangel · 1 year
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Have you a star, she says, O any faithful sun where love does not eclipse?
“Unknown Shores” by Theophile Gautier (tr. by D.M. Thomas)
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weltenwellen · 3 years
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Anna Akhmatova, tr. by D.M. Thomas, Selected Poems
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If I can't have love, if I can't find peace, give me a bitter glory
Anna Akhmatova, from So Many Requests.... in “ Poems: Anna Akhmatova” tr. D.M Thomas 
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villanellefc · 2 years
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Franz Wright / Vladimir Nabokov / You’re in Love Charlie Brown / Mitski / Holly Warburton / Anna Akhmatova tr. by D.M. Thomas
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megairea · 3 years
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Anna Akhmatova, from Reading Hamlet (tr. by D.M. Thomas)
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wordsbyhisheart · 2 years
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"An autumn whisper between the maples Kept urging: Die with me."
– Anna Akhmatova, from Song of the Last Meeting (tr. by D.M. Thomas).
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andrumedus · 3 years
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Anna Akhmatova, tr. by D.M. Thomas, in The Seventh Book, from “I thought I knew all the paths”
[Text ID: In the past did I live here, / And this—a new edition / Of moments forever lost?]
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mournfulroses · 7 years
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"Spring," they call her, I call her solitude.
Anna Akhmatova, tr. by D.M. Thomas, from “Second Dedication,”
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apoemaday · 1 year
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“You will hear thunder and remember me”
by 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. That day in Moscow, it will all come true, when, for the last time, I take my leave, And hasten to the heights that I have longed for, Leaving my shadow still to be with you.
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virgopropaganda · 7 years
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I cannot tell if the day / is ending, or the world, or if / the secret of secrets is inside me again. 
— Anna Akhmatova, from tr. by D.M. Thomas, from “A Land Not Mine, Still,”
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bluestangel · 1 year
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Okay, my starsick beauty! - blue jeans and tilting breasts, child of Canaverel - where would you like to go? Shall we set course for Mars, or Venus; green sea, Aldebaran the golden, or Tycho Brahe's Nova, the moons of Sagitta, or Vega's colonies?
“Unknown Shores” by Theophile Gautier (tr. by D.M. Thomas)
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weltenwellen · 3 years
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Anna Akhmatova, tr. by D.M. Thomas, Selected Poems
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And unfamiliar eyes  Speak with me until  morning
Anna Akhmatova, tr. by D.M. Thomas, from, “ The Reader”
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yvonnelove93 · 7 years
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I live as if in someone else’s house          A house that comes in dreams And in which I have died perhaps Where there is something strange                              In the weariness of evening Something the mirrors save for themselves. — Anna Akhmatova, tr. by D.M. Thomas, from “Dull Knife,”
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