Anna Akhmatova
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Anna Ahmatova (română)
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«For 20 years an American woman / Must go to far-away Egypt / Forswearing the Titanic's guidance / She sleeps on bottom darker than the crypt In America the trumpets sing out loud / And monoliths arise of red steel towers / And then give away to chilly clouds / Their lips that with black...»
«Sweetness and tenderness — like sisters alike are your marks — / The wasp and the bee suckle honey then flutter as one — / Life ends, beach sand chills overnight, and the heaven gets dark, / And carried away on black litter is yesterday's sun. Ah, tender rosebush, delicate emanation! / ...»
«A ghostlike scene is glimmering / Weak choirs of shades remain / With silk has draped Melpomene / Her temple's windowpanes / Frost crunches in the yard / Black chariots stand in row / People and objects are disheveled / Street crackles with hot snow. Bit by bit the servants pick apart...»
«To me the meaning of Venetian life is clear / Bleary though it be and fruitless; / Here she stares with smile instilling fear / Through the dirty bluish window glass. Thinning air, blue veins through skin of arm, / A green brocade and the whitening snow / From the coat they take a corpse,...»