
Anna Akhmatova Poems
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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 croatian
Ana Ahmatova, pjesme (hrvatski)
1911
1915
1935
1939
1943
in turkish
Anna Ahmatova, şiirler (türkçe)
1911
1913
1915
1919
in swedish
Anna Achmatova, dikter (svenska)
1913
1914
in dutch
Anna Achmatova, gedichten (nederlands)
1911
1915
1922
1959
in vietnamese
Anna Akhmatova, những bài thơ (tiếng việt)
1912
1913
in romanian
Anna Ahmatova, poezii (română)
1911
1915
1921
1946
1956
1959
in lithuanian