Anna Akhmatova (23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)
As a white stone in the well's cool deepness
As a white stone in the well's cool deepness,
There lays in me one wonderful remembrance.
I am not able and don't want to miss this:
It is my torture and my utter gladness.
I think, that he whose look will be directed
Into my eyes, at once will see it whole.
He will become more thoughtful and dejected
Than someone, hearing a story of a dole.
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.
Anna Akhmatova's Other Poems
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- Alexander By Thebes
- Along the hard crust of deep snows
- And as it's Going
- And you, my friends who have been called...
- As a white stone in the well's cool deep...
- But Listen, I Am Warning You
- For Osip Mandelstam
- Gray-Eyed King
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