Anna Akhmatova Poems

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Something of heavens ever burns in it,
I like to watch its wondrous facets’ growth.
It speaks with me in fate’s non-seldom fits,
When others fear to approach close.

When the last of friends had looked away
From me in grave, it lay to me in silence,
And sang as sing a thunderstorm in May,
As if all flowers began to talk in gardens.

by: Anna Akhmatova

 

Selected Poetry of Anna Akhmatova

 

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