Anna Akhmatova
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Anna Ajmátova (español)
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«The poet has no rivals / either on the street or in his destiny. / And when he cries out lo the whole world, / it’s not about you, but about himself. / / He raises his delicate hands op lo heaven, / expending his life and powers drop by drop. / Burning out, he asks for forgiveness, ...»
«Poet has no contestants — no matter / If it’s street walk or destiny’s course. / When he screams to the world, every letter / Tells the story of his — not of yours. Skinny hands raised to heaven, and draining, / Drop by drop, bringing life to the brim, / He begs mercy, burns out;...»
«Let’s dream up a despot, / who will role alone in our hearts / from the most childish age / right down to noble gray hairs. / / Let’s have him grow a luxuriant moustache / and let’s put in rapacious eyes, / pull on jackboots that make no noise, / and let’s all vote yes. / ...»
«to A. Zhigulin / / If there is a raven up above / It means things are moving toward war. / / So there shouldn’t be a war / The raven has to be killed. / To kill the raven / A gun has to be loaded. / / But when we start loading it / Everyone will want to shoot. / And as s...»