A collection of thoughts and quotes by Anna Akhmatova on love, poems, books, confusion, thunder, analysis, complete, requiem, death, peace, courage and memory.
49 Motivational Quotes By Anna Akhmatova For Ballad Mongers
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Anna Andreyevna Gorenko, renowned by pseudonym Anna Akhmatova, was one of the most illustrious Russian poets. Her works range from tragic masterpieces to short lyric poems. Her style of writing and thoughts have been strikingly archetypal and idiosyncratic from her contemporaries. Russian poetry lovingly embraced her clear and strong female voice and she was able to strike a chord with her audiences instantly. Some of her most noted poems, writings, thoughts and books include ‘Belaya Staya’, ‘Anno Domini’, ‘Poems Of Akhmatova’, ‘The Word That Causes Death’s Defeat: Poems Of Memory’ and ‘Beg Vremeni’ amongst others. Following are some popular quotes and sayings which have been curated from the writings, thoughts, poems and books of the prolific poet. Read through the quotes and thoughts by Anna Akhmatova that contains a world of wisdom.
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
... he is rewarded with a form of eternal childhood,
with the bounty and vigilance of the stars,
the whole world was his inheritance
and he shared it with everyone.
Anna Akhmatova
Song falls silent, music is dumb,
But the air burns with their fragrance,
And white winter, on its knees,
Observes everything with reverent attention.
Let whoever wants to, relax in the south,
And bask in the garden of paradise.
Here is the essence of northand it's autumn
I've chosen as this year's friend.
Anna Akhmatova
Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem
too insignificant for our concern?
Yet in my heart I never will deny her,
who suffered death because she chose to turn.
- Lot's Wife
He loved three things
in this life:
Vespers, white peacocks,
And old maps of America,
Didn't love children crying,
Raspberries with tea,
Or feminine hysteria
...And I
was his wife.
I knew: the gods turned once, in their madness,
Men into things, not killing humane senses.
You’ve been turned in to my reminiscences
To make eternal the unearthly sadness.
I’m happy. But some beauty is nonesuch -
The gently sloping path across the wood,
The wretched bridge that’s just a little skewed
And that, for which, I won’t be waiting much.
We will not drink from the same cup -
Neither water nor sweet wine is ours,
We will not kiss as the sun goes up
Or gaze at the night, on the sill, for hours.
I breathe by the moon, you – by the sun
Beyond the lake the waning moon has slowed,
And stands there like a window open wide
Into a hushed and brightly lit abode
Where something dreadful has occurred inside.
I live like a cuckoo in a clock,
I'm not jealous of the forest birds.
They wind me up—and I cuckoo.
You know—such a fate
I could only wish
For someone I hate.
All my contemporaries—
hundred-and-fivers or convicts—
will tell you how we lived
in barely sentient fear, raising
children for the executioner,
prison, or the torture chamber.
And you, my friends! So few of you remain
That you are dearer daily. I rejoice
In you. How short the road has become,
That once appeared the longest road of all.
Posljednji susret bio nam je taj
na obali gdje smo uvijek se sretali.
Bio je visok Nevin vodostaj.
Od poplave su u gradu strepili.
Pričao je o ljetu i o tom
da je za ženu pjesnikom biti - rđavo.
