And it seemed to me that there were fires Flying till dawn without number And I never found out things-those Strange eyes of his-what colour? Everything trembling and singing and Were you my enemy or my friend, Winter was it or summer? Anna Akhmatova More Quotes by Anna Akhmatova More Quotes From Anna Akhmatova The word dropped like a stone on my still living breast. Confess: I was prepared, am somehow ready for the test. Anna Akhmatova breasts tests stones The triumphs of a mysterious non-meeting are desolate ones; unspoken phrases, silent words. Anna Akhmatova triumph phrases communication I seem to myself, as in a dream, Am accidental guest in this dreadful body. Anna Akhmatova body guests dream And you know, I agree to everything: I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely. Anna Akhmatova light darkness giving ... he is rewarded with a form of eternal childhood, with the bounty and vigilance of the stars, the whole world was his inheritance and he shared it with everyone. Anna Akhmatova inheritance childhood stars How the miracle of our meeting Shone there and sang, I didn't want to return From there to anywhere. Happiness instead of duty Was bitter delight to me. Not obliged to speak to anyone, I spoke for a long while. Let passions stifle lovers, Demanding answers, We, my dear, are only souls At the limits of the world. Anna Akhmatova passion miracle long Sweet to me was not the voice of man, But the wind's voice was understood by me. The burdocks and the nettles fed my soul, But I loved the silver willow best of all. Anna Akhmatova sweet wind men I go forth to seek To seek and claim the lovely magic garden Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak. Anna Akhmatova lovely magic garden And this tenderness was not like That which a certain poet At the beginning of the century called true And, for some reason, quiet. No, not at all— It rang out, like the first waterfall, It crunched like the crust of bluish ice And it prayed with a swanlike voice, And it broke down right before our eyes. Anna Akhmatova waterfalls ice eye Poems are my link with the times, with the new life of my people. Anna Akhmatova poetry new-life people Courage: Great Russian word, fit for the songs of our children's children, pure on their tongues, and free. Anna Akhmatova courage song children I should be proud to have my memory graced, but only if the monument be placed... here, where I endured three hundred hours in line before the implacable iron bars. Anna Akhmatova iron three memories A choir of angels glorified the hour, the vault of heaven was dissolved in fire. "Father, why hast Thou forsaken me? Mother, I beg you, do not weep for me. Anna Akhmatova angel mother father No, not under the vault of another sky, not under the shelter of other wings. I was with my people then, there where my people were doomed to be. Anna Akhmatova sky wings people 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. Anna Akhmatova wife loss heart Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing. Anna Akhmatova smell girl dust The word landed with a stony thud Onto my still-beating breast. Nevermind, I was prepared, I will manage with the rest. I have a lot of work to do today; I need to slaughter memory, Turn my living soul to stone Then teach myself to live again. . . But how. The hot summer rustles Like a carnival outside my window; I have long had this premonition Of a bright day and a deserted house. Anna Akhmatova summer memories long The celebrations Of secret nonmeetings are empty, Unspoken conversations, Unuttered words. Glances that don't intersect Don't know where to come to rest. And only the tears rejoice Because they can flow and flow. Sweetbrier around Moscow, Alas! Somehow it is here ... And all this they will call Love eternal. Anna Akhmatova moscow tears secret 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. Anna Akhmatova women heart death Not, not mine: it's somebody else's wound; I could never have borne it. So take the thing that happened, hide it, stick it in the ground; whisk the lamps away. Anna Akhmatova lamps sadness sticks
