Anna Akhmatova
- Creativity, by John Woodsworth
- Writing Poetry , by Olga Dumer
«When shines the moon amidst the dark of night / With sickle’s scintillation, bright and tender, / It’s then my spirit starts to take her flight, / In thrall to all that’s filled with distant splendour. And in my dreams I race towards the chases / Of forest glades and snow-white mounta...»
«It isn’t Cairo’s scents’ intoxications, / Where through the night the muezzin’s summons rings, / Nor Java where amidst the ruins clings / The light from ancient lantern’s bright striations, It’s not Benares, fiery Indra’s dwelling, / Who covets there a lightning banquet’s sh...»
«My friend, there’s only love and glee – / The things that there will always be – / They are in others’ hearts however. / But sweet my brother, you and I / Are but the mist of Beauty’s sigh, / We’re fated to rotate for ever / In cups of bright unfading shade, / Of gardens th...»
«With my fancy I grasped at the vague shadows straying, / At the vague shadows straying where the daylight had fled; / I ascended a tower, and the stairway was swaying, / And the stairway was swaying underneath my light tread. And the higher I climbed, ever clearer were rounded, / Ever cl...»