Poems by Anna Akhmatova
“Why Is This Age Worse…?” by Anna Akhmatova
March 19, 2020
"In a stupor of grief and dread / have we not fingered the foulest wounds / and left them unhealed by our hands?"
You Will Hear Thunder by Anna Akhmatova
January 31, 2012
Ah, but I ache, I ache. I just finished reading someone’s work that made me feel like I’ll never be the same again. My soul is bruised, I have been wounded in the sweetest of ways, and I don’t know […]
The Sentence by Anna Akhmatova
January 5, 2009
“I must kill memory once and for all, / I must turn my soul to stone,” — Anna Akhmatova
We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye by Anna Akhmatova
June 6, 2008
“You meant more than life to me. I lived through / you not knowing, not knowing I was living.” — Anna Akhmatova




