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Way of All the Earth
Way of All the Earth | Anna Akhmatova
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Anna Akhmatova is considered one of Russias greatest poets. Her life encompassed the turmoil of the Russian Revolution and the paranoia and persecution of the Stalinist era: her works embody the complexities of the age. At the same time, she was able to merge these complexities into a single, poetic voice to speak to the Russian people with whom she so closely and proudly identified. Way of All the Earth contains short poems written between 1909 and 1964, selected from Evening, Rosary, White Flock, Plantain, Anno Domini, Reed, and The Seventh Book. Intricately observed and unwavering in their emotional immediacy, these strikingly modern poems represent one of the twentieth centurys most powerful voices.
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Voronezh
O.M.

And the town is frozen solid, leaden with ice.
Trees, walls, snow, seem to be under glass.
Cautiously I tread on crystals.
The painted sleighs can‘t get a grip.
And over the statue of Peter-in-Voronezh
Are crows, and poplars, and a pale green dome
Washed-out and muddy in the sun motes.
The mighty slopes of the Field of Kulikovo
Tremble still with the slaughter of barbarians.

Severnmeadows And all at once the poplars, like lifted chalices,
Enmesh more boisterously overhead
Like thousands of wedding-guests feasting
And drinking toasts to our happiness.
And in the room of the banished poet,
Fear and the Muse take turns at watch,
And the night comes when there will be no dawn.
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TheSpineView 💜💜 5y
DivineDiana Beautiful pairing of the photograph with the poem. ❤️ 5y
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#angel #poetrymatters

@TheSpineView

How can you look at the Neva,
Stand on bridges just the same?
No wonder I‘ve borne signs of grieving
Since the night your image came.

Sharp are the black angels‘ wings,
Soon the judgement of the dead,
And street bonfires blazing red
Like roses in snow are flowering.
1914

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Weaponxgirl I‘ve been wanting to get some of her poetry for ages. Thanks for posting 😊 5y
Severnmeadows @Weaponxgirl I do love these translations. 😊 5y
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