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Anna Akhmatova
June 23, 1889 — March 5, 1966
Poetry Listing
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | Along the Hard Crust... | Along the hard crust of deep snows, | | | 1452 | | 2: | And As It's Going... | An as it's going often at love's breaking, | | | 1387 | | 3: | And Pushkin's Exile Had | And Pushkin's exile had begun right here, | | | 1318 | | 4: | As a White Stone | As a white stone in the well's cool deepness, | | | 1309 | | 5: | Celebrate | Celebrate our anniversary – can’t you see | | | 1578 | | 6: | Crucifix | This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered | | | 1610 | | 7: | Departure | Although this land is not my own, | | | 1604 | | 8: | Everything | Everythings looted, betrayed and traded, | | | 1344 | | 9: | For Osip Mandelstam | And the town is frozen solid in a vice, | | | 1449 | | 10: | How Can You Bear To Look At The Neva? | How can you bear to look at the Neva? | | | 1240 | | 11: | I Don't Know If You're Alive Or Dead | I don't know if you're alive or dead. | | | 1419 | | 12: | I Hear The Oriole's Always-Grieving Voice | I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice, | | | 1244 | | 13: | I Taught Myself To Live Simply | I taught myself to live simply and wisely, | | | 1488 | | 14: | I Wrung My Hands | I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . . | | | 1344 | | 15: | In Memory Of M. B. | Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, | | | 1436 | | 16: | Lot's Wife | And the just man trailed God's shining agent, | | | 1351 | | 17: | Lying In Me | Lying in me, as though it were a white | | | 1394 | | 18: | March Elegy | I have enough treasures from the past | | | 1448 | | 19: | Memory Of Sun | Memory of sun seeps from the heart. | | | 1385 | | 20: | Requiem | Not under foreign skies | | | 1575 | | 21: | Shade | Tallest, suavest of us, why Memory, | | | 1287 | | 22: | Solitude | So many stones have been thrown at me, | | | 1392 | | 23: | Sunbeam | I pray to the sunbeam from the window - | | | 1364 | | 24: | The Sentence | And the stone word fell | | | 1361 | | 25: | Thunder | There will be thunder then. Remember me. | | | 1235 | | 26: | Twenty-First. Night. Monday | Twenty-first. Night. Monday. | | | 1438 | | 27: | Under Her Dark Veil | Under her dark veil she wrung her hands. | | | 1330 | | 28: | White Night | I haven't locked the door, | | | 1350 | | 29: | Why Is This Age Worse...? | Why is this age worse than earlier ages? | | | 1346 | | 30: | Willow | And I grew up in patterned tranquility, | | | 1311 | | 31: | You Thought I Was That Type | You thought I was that type: | | | 1327 | | 32: | You Will Hear Thunder | You will hear thunder and remember me, | | | 1299 |
About:
(June 23 [O.S. June 11] 1889 — March 5, 1966) Anna Akhmatova was the pen name of Anna Andreevna Gorenko, the leader and the heart and soul of the St Petersburg tradition of Russian poetry for half a century.
Akhmatova's work ranges from short lyric poems to universalized, ingeniously structured cycles, such as Requiem (1935-40), her tragic masterpiece on the Stalinist terror. Her work addresses a variety of themes including time and memory, the fate of creative women, and the difficulties of living and writing in the shadow of Stalinism.
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