Anna Akhmatova Poems
1907
1909
- And cursing each other with brute...
- Either I remained with you...
- I pray to the slender shaft of light...
- My night — I think of you obsessively...
- Now the pillow’s...
- Reading Hamlet 🔈
- The same voice and gaze aglow...
- Two poems
- Bury me, bury me, wind!..
- Not the snake fangs, but the stinging...
1910
- Deception ✍️️
- First return
- I don’t like flowers – they remind of...
- I stood for long before the hell’s gates, heavy...
- If the moon on the skies does not roam...
- In my room, there is a serpent...
- The smell of dark blue grapes is sweet...
- I’ve written down the words...
- You want to know how this came to be?..
- Masquerade in the park
- He loved three things...
- The Grey Eyed King ✍️️
1911
- Careful, puss, there’s an owl...
- Confession
- Evening Room
- Funeral
- Cuckoo ✍️️
- Imitation of Innokenty Annensky
- Legend on An Unfinished Portrait
- Love
- The Garden
- Three times she tortured me like this... ✍️️
- When you’re drunk, you’re so much fun...
- I wrung my hands under my dark veil…
- Alisa
- In the heart, the memory of the sun fades...
- At Tsarskoye Selo ✍️️
- White Night
- Drink my soul, as if with a straw...
- The door ajar, the sudden...
- I came here, in idleness...
- Pushkin ✍️️
- A grey cloud, in the sky overhead...
- Nothing chains a heart to heart...
- By the early sunrise seized...
- My legs are useless at the present...
- Strange boy, I’ve gone mad at last...
- Over the water
- The fisherman
- Love conquers, deceitful and slow...
- My husband beat me with the plating...
- The threshing barn is stifling and hot...
- Song of the final meeting
- At the new moon, he walked out...
- To the Muse
- The boy there, on the bagpipes playing...
- Fragment
1912
- As a silver, delicate strand...
- Do not crumble my letter, my angel...
- Dying, I pine over immortality...
- For Mikhail Lozinsky
- I cried and I even repented...
- I dream of him less often with each night...
- I’ve learned to live now wisely and simply...
- Insomnia
- My voice is weak but not my will... 🔈
- No letter came for me today...
- Sister, I have come to take your place...
- The eyes beg helplessly and dearly...
- The prayer rug is all worn out...
- The sky’s blue lacquer grows dim...
- This heavy, amber day — it wouldn’t end!..
- To Vera Ivanova-Shvarsalon
- Venice
- All stayed the same, just as it was...
- Pray for the lost and overburdened...
- Books and a pencil case in a strap...
- My youth was hard to endure...
1913
- A Ride
- All of us are are revellers here, whores...
- Always so many pleas from a lover...
- And no-one came to meet me...
- Do you forgive me these November days?..
- Don’t love me, don’t wish to see me?..
- Evening hours at the desk...
- I know, I know — the skis will soon...
- I`ll leave your quiet yard and your white house...
- I was born neither early nor late...
- Inside this home, all things and flowers...
- Instead of wisdom — experience was...
- It’s thus I prayed...
- Memory’s Voice
- My imagination, obediently...
- Oh, and the day was cold...
- Out to the hall, I walked my lover...
- Real tenderness can’t be confused...
- Round my neck a rosary of fine beads...
- The anxious days will not recede...
- The black road was winding slowly...
- The burning light was stifling...
- The faded flag above the customs office...
- The fifth of the year’s seasons...
- There’s a smile I make, just like so...
- There’s hardly any body left... ✍️️
- Turmoil
- You approached me, smiling mildly...
- In the Evening
- You have come to comfort me, my dear...
- Her dry lips were tightly closed up...
- Ever since St. Agrafena’s day...
- We shall not sip from the same glass...
- You know, I languish here...
- A boy said to me...
- Hi! Did you hear me rustle slightly...
- The high vault is bluer... ✍️️
- 8th November 1913
- My heart beats smoothly, steadily...
- Verses about Petersburg
- With you, I will not drink wine... ✍️️
- December 9, 1913
1914
- All year long, you have always been near me...
- An angel of God, who betrothed us...
- Comfort
- Delightful, after all the wind and frost...
- Escape
- For the last time, we met...
- He marked with coal, as I languished...
- He was jealous, and anxious, and tender...
- How can you bear to view the Neva...
- I concealed all my worry inside me...
- Love’s memory — a heavy weight!..
- Next to the river, this dark town...
- No bliss or happiness is needed... ✍️️
- Reply
- Separation
- The ancient city seems neglected...
- The earthly glory is like smoke...
- The evening peal at monastery’s wall...
- The Guest
- The white house
- To Alexander Blok ✍️️
- To my sister
- We paced the house, stricken...
- We’re not in the forest, no need to bellow...
- Where, tall lady, is your gypsy child...
- You, who first stood before the source...
- Your love is not what I request...
- The road by the seaside garden darkens...
- To Tamara Karsavina ✍️️
- The mysterious spring was still enjoying itself... ✍️️
- Solitude
- How Can You
- Best for me to boisterously yell chastushki out...
- July 1914
- The empty skies with a transparent gloss...
1915
- Beneath this bare home’s frozen roof...
- Broad gold, the evening colors glow...
- Dream
- Each and every day, I get...
- God has no mercy on gardeners and reapers...
- He didn’t glorify or scold me...
- I absolutely stopped the smiling...
- I don’t know if you’re dead or still living...
- I see, I see the crescent’s bow...
- I’ve ceased to smile long ago...
- In Kievan temple of the divine wisdom...
- In the churchyard, I’ll sleep soundly...
- Leaving behind the groves of the sacred homeland...
- No, tsarevich, it’s not I...
- O, how often did I curse...
- Out of your memory, I will remove this day...
- Somewhere, without complications...
- The muse went on her way...
- The visions of Pavlovsk abound...
- There’s a secret border in human closeness...
- These meeting didn’t leave...
- Through villages and fields, he’d go...
- Thus others to the wounded crane...
- To lose the freshness of speech, the simplicity of feeling... ✍️️
- To the beloved
- We had thought we were beggars...
- We’ll be together, dear, together...
- Why pretend to be...
- You’ll live happy, evil-free...
- Your palms are fiery...
- I myself had all the say...
- There are such days before the spring...
- Prayer
- Somewhere there is a simple life and a world...
1916
- All’s taken away: my love and my power...
- First ray – Lord’s blessing, falling frail...
- He was promised to me by it all...
- How I love, how I loved to gaze endlessly...
- I come and I’m relieved of restlessness...
- In drowsiness, once more astounded...
- Neither boat nor cart can go...
- O, there are words that cannot be repeated...
- Oh, Lord, I can forgive what’s done to me by them...
- So since the dawn I’ve nothing said...
- Song about a song
- Statue in Tsarskoye Selo
- The city’s gone, the final window gazed...
- The heavens sow a light rain...
- The immortelle is dry and rosy...
- They soar, they are somewhere mid-flight...
- Was my fate altered to such an extent...
- When, with a firm but tired hand...
- I know that you are my reward...
- May snow
- No one sung about that meeting...
- Ah! Here you come again...
- Like a White Stone
- To Akhmatova. 6. Let me not fall behind you! I am the — condemned...
- In memory of July 19, 1914
1917
- Along the hard crust of deep snows...
- Here, human voice was never known...
- I hear the always-sad voice of the oriole... ✍️️
- I heard the voice... 🔈
- In every day there...
- My shadow remained and it pines there, listless...
- No, no, I did not love you...
- Not thus, from cursed lightness having disembarked...
- That voice, with silence disputing...
- The twenty first. Monday. Night...
- These squares are so spacious and wide...
- Though it`s seldom I think about you...
- We never quite learned to part...
- Your spirit, by your arrogance obscured...
- Yes, I had loved those meetings of the nights...
- Upon the hard crest of a snow-drift...
- We do not know how to say goodbye...
- It is simple, it is easy...
- Slowly does the river...
- To awake when dawn is breaking...
- And when in suicidal anguish...
- And here I am, I stay alone...
- Now no-one will be listening to songs...
- You’re always enigmatic and new...
1918
1919
1920
1921
- A widow in black — the crying fall...
- Bezhetsk
- Cast-iron railings...
- The fifth act of the drama...
- May the organ’s sounds burst out once more...
- Rachel
- Terror, lingering things in the dark...
- The souls of those I love are on high stars...
- There’s none equal to me — he used to cite...
- To earthly solace, heart, be not a prey...
- Worn out by your long look like whip...
- Bitter woman...
- All is traded, betrayed, and languished...
- You are far off, stranger mine...
- On the whitest porch of Eden...
- So you took me for some sort of wifey lightweight...
- Obey you? You must be insane!..
- Today is the name day of Our Lady of Smolensk...
- They wiped your slate... ✍️️
- I called death down on the heads of those I cherished...
1922
- Behind the lake the moon’s not stirred...
- Blows the swan wind...
- He whispers, I`m not sorry...
- Slander
- To the Many
- To fall ill as one should, deliriously...
- They`re not my kind who left the land...
1923
1924
1925
1927
1929
1930
1931
1934
1935
1936
1938
1939
1940
- I have no use for regimental odes... 🔈
- I thought I already knew about insomnia...
- In memory of Mikhail Bulgakov ✍️️
- My neighbours, for pities, — a two blocks more...
- Not the lyre of a lover...
- Not weeks, not months, — it took us years... ✍️️
- One goes in straightforward ways... ✍️️
- Willow
- When a person dies...
- Dedication
- Cleopatra 🔈
- A Belated Reply
- Mayakovsky in 1913 🔈
- Poems
- Shade
- To Londoners ✍️️
- In 1940 ✍️️
- But I warn you... 🔈
1941
- And she, who is leaving one’s sweetheart these days... ✍️️
- The First Bombardment of Leningrad
- Sonnet
- Leningrad, March 1941
- The birds of death are at the zenith...
1942
1943
1944
- An as it`s going often at love`s breaking...
- De profundis...
- Death
- From the strange verse where’s secret every word...
- The first lighthouse flashed over the jetty...
- Three Poems
- When the moon lies like a piece of Chardush melon...
- I was not here for hundreds years...
- Our sacred craft...
- Appearance Of the Moon
1945
- It is your lynx eyes, Asia...
- Like a river, I was turned off course...
- The one people once called...
- The teacher
- There are three periods of memory... 🔈
- To the Memory of Friend
- The Victory ✍️️
1946
1950
1956
- Along that road where brave Donskoi...
- And beyond the barbed wire... 🔈
- So again we triumph!..
- Let any, who will, still bask in the south...
- They’re void — the celebrations...
- You imagined me. Such isn’t in the world... ✍️️
1957
1958
- Epigram
- Music ✍️️ 🔈
- Portrait On A Book of Poetry
- Pray before sleep...
- Seaside Sonnet ✍️️
- In the Presence of Music ✍️️
1959
- An Inscription on a Book
- Fragment
- I do not deserve this praise, rather...
- Like someone deaf, blind and mute...
- The Last Poem ✍️️
- The Summer Garden 🔈
- To us, separation is just entertainment...
- You`ll live, but I`ll not; perhaps...
- The Poet ✍️️
- The Reader ✍️️
- Four Seasons Of the Year
- Do not speak of the north and its sadness...
1960
- Echo
- If all who have begged help... ✍️️
- March Elegy ✍️️
- Writing Poetry
- For Boris Pasternak
- Fumbling in black memory you’ll find...
- The Muse
1961
- From A Burnt Notebook ✍️️
- Michal 🔈
- Sketch
- This Russian Soil 🔈
- You will hear thunder and remember me...
- Alexander at Thebes
- There are Four of Us
1962
1963
- All In the Moscow...
- And the Last
- One more toast
- Thirteen Lines
- Eulogy Of the Spring`s Eve
- The Call
- In the looking glass
1964
in germanAnna Achmatowa, gedichte (deutsch)
1909
1910
1911
- Kam hierher im Muessiggange...
- Herz ist nicht an Herz gekettet...
- Den Juengling, der da spielt auf der Geige...
1912
- Zerknülle nicht den Brief, den ich dir schrieb...
- Ich hab gelernt, einfach und klug zu leben...
- Man hat mir heute keinen Brief gebracht...
1913
1914
- Wir trafen uns zum letzten Male da...
- Nach simplem Glueck verspuer ich kein Verlangen... ✍️️
- Nur Rauch ist Ruhm auf Erden hier...
- Der Gast
- Für Alexander Blok ✍️️
- Vereinsamung
1915
- In der leeren Wohnstatt unter dem frostigen Dach...
- So warm das gelbe Abendlicht...
- Mein Lächeln hat jetzt aufgehört...
- Sind frische Worte, einfaches Gefühl... ✍️️
- Wir dachten: wir sind arm und hätten nichts...
1916
- Die Statue von Carskoe Selo
- Hat sich mein Schicksal in der Tat gewendet?..
- Ich weiß, du bist meine Belohnung...
- Keiner hat dieses Treffen beschrieben...
- Zum Gedenken an den 19. Juli 1914
1917
1921
- Ein eisernes Geländer...
- Du bist verrückt! Soll dir gehorsam sein?..
- Welch Wunder, dass er sich uns offenbart...
1922
1935
1936
- Der Dichter
- Warum schickt er keinen Schwan zu mir...
- Woronesh ✍️️
- Beschwörung
- Ich verbarg mein Herz vor dir...
1938
1939
1940
- Den Weg aller Welt
- M. B. zum Gedenken ✍️️
- Bruch ✍️️
- Keller der Erinnerung
- Die Weide
- Wenn ein Mensch stirbt...
- Kleopatra 🔈
- Majakowski im Jahr 1913 🔈
- Der Schatten
- Für die Londoner ✍️️
- Wird eine Epoche beerdigt... ✍️️
1941
1942
1943
1945
in frenchAnna Akhmatova, des poèmes (français)
1911
1912
1913
1914
1915
1917
1918
1921
1924
- La Muse ✍️️ 🔈
1935
1940
1957
- à O. Mandelstam ✍️️
1959
1963
in spanishAnna Ajmátova, poemas (español)
1910
1911
- Apretó las manos bajo el velo oscuro...
- La puerta está semiabierta...
- El corazón de uno no está atado al corazón del otro...
- La cancion de la ultima cita
1912
1913
1914
- A Alexander Blok ✍️️
1915
1917
1919
1922
- Para muchos
- Caer bien enferma y en ardiente delirio...
- No estoy con aquéllos que abandonaron su tierra...
1924
1925
1934
- El último brindis ✍️️ 🔈
1936
1939
1940
1942
1943
1944
1958
- Soneto de estío ✍️️
1959
in bulgarianАнна Ахматова, стихотворения (български)
1916
1960
in italianAnna Achmatova, poesie (italiano)
1911
1912
- Sogno sempre più raramente, grazie a Dio...
- Io ho appreso a vivere...
- E` tenue la mia voce... 🔈
- S`è offuscata in cielo la lacca turchina...
- Venezia
1913
- Lascio la casa bianca e il muto giardino...
- Nè presto né tardi sono nata...
- Al posto della saggezza c`è l`esperienza...
- Imploravo: «Sazia la mia sete di poesia!»...
- Questo freddo giorno è passato...
- Cadeva una pioggia rada...
- Loda soltanto...
- Turbamento
- Non berremo dallo stesso bicchiere...
- 9 dicembre del 1913
1914
- Mi sei accanto da un anno intero...
- Angelo di Dio, che un mattino d`inverno...
- Di lui non hai più notizie...
- La fuga
- Era geloso tenero appassionato...
- Come puoi guardare la Neva?..
- E` arrivata. Non ho tradito l`ansia...
- Sei pensosa, amabile memoria!..
- La mia culla beata fu un`oscura...
- Non so che farmene di una striminzita... ✍️️
- Risposta
- Distacco
- La città si è come oscurata...
- La casa bianca
- Ero vicina al bosco dei pini...
- Non stiamo in un bosco...
- Altezzosa, dov`è il tuo zingarello...
- Non è il tuo amore che domando...
- Il viale della marina è fosco...
- La segreta primavera si è illanguidita... ✍️️
- Tante pietre mi hanno lanciato...
- Meglio sarebbe ch`io cantassi briosi stornelli...
- Luglio 1914
- L`acquario del cielo è un vuoto ialino...
1915
- Sotto il tetto dell`isba...
- È larga e gialla la luce serale...
- Un sogno
- Come una fidanzata ricevo...
- Il Signore è inclemente con i mietitori e con gli ortolani...
- Non mi ha né offesa né esaltata...
- Ho smesso il riso...
- Non so se sei vivo...
- La luna trascorre tra fitte ramaglie...
- Riposerò tranquilla...
- No, tesoruccio, io non sono quella...
- A volte ho maledetto il cielo...
- Dalla tua memoria estirperò questo giorno...
- La Musa è partita per la strada...
- Sempre vedo le colline di Pavlosk...
- C’è nell’intimità degli uomini un confine...
- Né segreti né dolori...
- Andava per campi e villaggi...
- Curlì, curlì! La cicogna ferita...
- Per noi ✍️️
- Al mio caro
- Consci che siamo inermi...
- Staremo insieme, caro, insieme...
- Perché ti celi nel vento...
- All`amico del mio cuore...
- Preghiera
- In qualche luogo c`è una vita semplice...
1916
- Tutto è stato sottratto: l`amore e la forza...
- Il primo sole (benedizione divina)...
- Tutto era una sua promessa attesa...
- Come amo, come amai guardare...
- Appena arrivo là sparisce il tormento...
- Il sonno mi ha già ridonato...
- Qui non è possibile arrivare...
- Oh, ci sono parole irripetibili...
- Dapprima brucipunge...
- Statua a Carskoe Selo
- La città è sparita. Dell`ultima casa...
- Il cielo elargisce una pioggerella...
- Il sempreverde è scarno e rosato...
- Volano, sono ancora in viaggio...
- Il mio destino è così mutato...
- Quando scrivevo la rinuncia...
- Lo so che sei la mia ricompensa...
- Neve di maggio
- Sei ancora tu! Non come l`innamorato...
- C`è in me un ricordo come un sasso...
- In memoria del 19 luglio 1914
1917
- Sembra che la voce dell`uomo...
- E` rimasta là...
- La voce ha vinto contro il grande silenzio...
- Notte del ventuno. Lunedì...
- Come sono ampie queste piazze...
- Di te mi ricordo di rado...
- Il tuo spirito è offuscato dalla boria...
- Non sappiamo dirci addio...
1918
1921
1922
1934
- Ultimo brindisi ✍️️ 🔈
1935
1939
1940
1946
1960
1961
in croatianAna Ahmatova, pjesme (hrvatski)
1911
1915
1935
1939
1943
in greekΆννα Αχμάτοβα, ποιήματα (ελληνικά)
1913
in turkishAnna Ahmatova, şiirler (türkçe)
1911
1913
1915
1919
in portugueseAnna Akhmátova, poemas (português)
1909
1911
1913
1934
- Último Brinde ✍️️ 🔈
1940
in hungarianAnna Ahmatova, versek (magyar)
1911
1912
1916
1924
- Múzsa ✍️️ 🔈
Anna Achmatowa, wiersze (polski)
1912
in swedishAnna Achmatova, dikter (svenska)
1913
1914
in dutchAnna Achmatova, gedichten (nederlands)
1911
1915
1922
1959
in finnishAnna Ahmatova, runoja (suomi)
1910
1911
1913
1914
1918
1922
1957
1963
in vietnameseAnna Akhmatova, những bài thơ (tiếng việt)
1912
1913
in malayalamഅന്ന അഖ്മത്തോവ, കവിതകൾ (മലയാളം)
1961
in albanianAnna Akhmatova, poezi (gjuha shqipe)
1940
in romanianAnna Ahmatova, poezii (română)
1911
1915
1921
1946
1956
1959
in lithuanianAna Achmatova, eilėraščiai (lietuvių)
1911
1913
in belarusianГанна Ахматава, вершы (беларуская)
1959
in armenianԱննա Ախմատովա, բանաստեղծություններ (հայերեն)
1910
1911
1917
1924
- Մուսան ✍️️ 🔈