Frases de Anna Ajmátova

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Poem without a Hero (1963)

"Prayer," translated by Judith Hemschemeyer in Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova (1989)

Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987), Epilogue
Contexto: I have learned how faces fall to bone,
how under the eyelids terror lurks,
how suffering inscribes on cheeks
the hard lines of its cuneiform texts,
how glossy black or ash-fair locks
turn overnight to tarnished silver,
how smiles fade on submissive lips,
and fear quavers in a dry titter.
And I pray not for myself alone..
for all who stood outside the jail,
in bitter cold or summer's blaze,
with me under that blind red wall.

The Guest (1914)

Variant translations:
The willow in the empty sky
spread her transparent fan
perhaps it were better
that I not be
your wife.
"Memory of the Sun" (alternate translation by Paula Goodman)
Thinking Of The Sun (1911)

The Guest (1914)

Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987)

Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned.<br>Piter sank into the stone trance...<br>Only there, where Mother stood alone,<br>None has dared cast a single glance. <br class="br"> Translated by Tanya Karshtedt (1996) http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/akhmatova/akhmatova_ind.html <br class="br">Mary Magdalene beat her breast and sobbed,<br>The beloved disciple turned to stone,<br>But where the silent Mother stood, there<br>No one glanced and no one would have dared. <br class="br">Translated by Judith Hemschemeyer <br class="br">Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987), Crucifixion

Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987), To Death

"We thought: we're poor"
We thought we were beggars, we thought we had nothing at all
But then when we started to lose one thing after another,
Each day became
A memorial day -
And then we made songs
Of great divine generosity
And of our former riches.
Translated by Ilya Shambat (2001)
White Flock (1917)

"You will hear thunder and remember me...", translated by D. M. Thomas
That day, in Moscow, a true prophecy,
when for the last time I say goodbye,
soaring to the heavens that I longed to see,
leaving my shadow here in the sky.
"Thunder," translated by A.S.Kline

In Memory of M. B.

As translated by Stanley Kunitz
In those years only the dead smiled,
Glad to be at rest:
And Leningrad city swayed like
A needless appendix to its prisons.
Translated by D. M. Thomas
Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987), Prologue

Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987), Prologue

Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987), Dedication

Thinking Of The Sun (1911)

Poem without a Hero (1963)

Poem without a Hero (1963)

They led you away...
They took you away at daybreak. Half wak-
ing, as though at a wake, I followed.
In the dark chamber children were crying,
In the image-case, candlelight guttered.
At your lips, the chill of icon,
A deathly sweat at your brow.
I shall go creep to our walling wall,
Crawl to the Kremlin towers.
Translated by D. M. Thomas
Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987), Prologue

Poem without a Hero (1963)

Poem without a Hero (1963)

I should like to call you all by name,
But they have lost the lists...
I have, woven fore them a great shroud
Out of the poor words I overheard them speak.
I remember them always and everywhere,
And if they shut my tormented mouth,
Through which a hundred million of my people cry,
Let them remember me also...
Translated by D. M. Thomas
Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987), Epilogue

Red Winged Birds (1917)

Poem without a Hero (1963)

Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987), Dedication

Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987), Instead of a Preface

In Memory of M. B.

Poem without a Hero (1963)

"You Thought I Was That Type"