Anna Akhmatova
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«Let me go; set me free of my shackles! / In the dark, when commotion subsides, / I'm dying; I'm drained by the battles / Within dreams of you, flowing like tides. Let the ones who at will have abandoned / Their motherland wail and complain, / They're on top; I've already descended — / ...»
«Blessed be nights; their solitude evokes / Quiet talks to you through wisps of smoke. Many stars look down, big and small, / And a lonely mouse rustles by the wall. In my chest, I touch a tender bone / Motherland, it's yours and yours alone. In your air I'm still immersed, / I exhale it i...»
«At twilight, we stood by the pier / I said, "See that swift in the sky? / As long as you live, will you ever / Forget how it whirled in its flight?" You said: "I'll remember forever!" / And then we both burst into tears, / And love, like a wounded bird cried… / At twilight, right ther...»
«I died. Aeolus tugged and blown / At trees and shutters with his heat. / I walked on down the dusty street / Fauns walked beside me. In each faun, / I made out Pan. I contemplated: / “This must be heaven, I have made it...” From sunlight hiding, shinning softly / with russet armpit...»