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AminaJad_: ”I've learned to live simply, wisely, To look at the sky and pray to God, And to take long walks before evening.” -Anna Akhmatova

Poem2Poem: I taught myself to live simply and wisely, / to look at the sky and pray to God, - Anna Akhmatova

KamalZeyada11: What was in our stars That destined us for sorrow? — Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova;

SabbaticalHomes: “Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.” -Anna Akhmatova

uhume: He will become more sorrowful and pensive Than someone heeding a tale of grief. I know that the gods transformed Humans into objects without killing their minds. So that my amazing sorrows will live forever, You’ve been transformed into this memory of mine. ~Anna Akhmatova

Sphinxterous: And this life seemed to her undeservedly long and very deservedly—bitter and like someone else’s. - Anna Akhmatova

BGMusic444: “If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly, and my low spirits would brighten up.” ― Anna Akhmatova

PoetNotRockStar: “Human voices did not touch me, it was the wind whose words I heard.” — Anna Akhmatova

amrarsenal123: That was when the ones who smiled Were the dead, glad to be at rest...! – Anna Akhmatova *Photo:Brodsky at the funeral of Anna Akhmatova.

CeliaFarber: I was all of a sudden struck by a strong urge to post something beautiful instead of the steady stream of horror. How about this: 'You and I are like high Mountains and we can't move closer. Just send me word At midnight sometime through the stars.' Anna Akhmatova

uhume: 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 [unknown angel]

Poem2Poem: I taught myself to live simply and wisely, / to look at the sky and pray to God, - Anna Akhmatova

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RealEmirHan: “And rising from those other days, silent, My own ghost confronts me.” ————Anna Akhmatova, from “Three Autumns”

uhume: Invisible, a sound almost like bells ~Anna Akhmatova [Evening Bells by Carlos Schwabe (1891)]

uhume: Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again. ~Anna Akhmatova [Moonlight, Starlight, Atlantic Ocean, by Frank Wilbert Stokes (1902)]

RealEmirHan: […] in the beautiful, the sad, the grand, the small hours, there’s her voice. Like when there are no kopeks, but there are the friends, the ones that shake you […] ———Anna Akhmatova, from “You Will Hear Thunder”

AbidiRuby: 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. ~Anna Akhmatova

SabbaticalHomes: “Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.”-Anna Akhmatova

aquotebot: “…A grief so great would lay a mountain low,…” –Anna Akhmatova

my_deepwaters: The blood beats ever stronger / In a body wounded by desire. -Anna Akhmatova

zarandillo: Modigliani, photographed in about 1909 “In his eyes was a golden gleam [...]. He was unlike anyone in the world.” Anna Akhmatova (Ucrania, 1889 - Rusia, 1966)

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daph_ni: “the sunset itself on such waves of ether That I just can't comprehend Whether it is the end of the day, the end of the world, Or the mystery of mysteries in me again.” -Anna Akhmatova

Poem2Poem: I taught myself to live simply and wisely, / to look at the sky and pray to God, - Anna Akhmatova

CanberraRep: IT'S OPENING NIGHT! Time to meet the Woman herself!  Karen Vickery plays Anna Akhmatova. Karen’s choice of poem is an exceept from Akhmatova's ‘Requiem’ 1935-40 . And if ever in this country They decide to erect a…

Bertrom: The beauty and passion of Russian literature and poetry. Chekhov Ayn Rand Dostoyevsky Anna Akhmatova

RealEmirHan: “He was jealous, anxious and tender, His love was like the heat of the God's sun but he killed my white bird as he could not bear her singing of the past.” ————Anna Akhmatova from “He was jealous, anxious and tender“ (1914)

allanrob9: Nazda described herself as Ossip's shadow & Anna Akhmatova imagined herself as most men's love object. Funny how people claim & are claimed by the other.A strange mystery of love & circumstance.

qc: “Because love’s silence for the soul Is too unbearably immense.” — Anna Akhmatova

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