Selected Poems of Anna Akhmatova


The pillow hot
On both sides,
The second candle
Dying, the ravens
Crying. Haven’t
Slept all night, too late
To dream of sleep. . .
How unbearably white
The blind on the white window.
Good morning, morning!

No, it is not I, it is someone else who is suffering.
I could not have borne it. And this thing which has happened,
Let them cover it with black cloths,
And take away the lanterns. . .

poems I love from Anna Akhmatova’s selected poems




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