“Why Is This Age Worse…?” by Anna Akhmatova
"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
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
Today a friend sat me down and told me to get my shit together. That a breaking heart is never easy, but will not kill me either. I am living, and it should matter. And then she shoved this poem
We Don’t Know How To Say Goodbye by Anna Akhmatova
Discovered this poem today from a friend, whose breaking heart is a thing of beauty. We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye Anna Akhmatova We don't know how to say goodbye. We wander all over, shoulder to shoulder. It is already starting to get