Bella Akhmadulina Poems
- Farewell And I shall tell you at the end: farewell, don't ...
- The Dream Of Winter Night ‘Twas snowing. And to the snow, To...
- Rain Flogs My Face... Rain flogs my face and collar-bones, a...
- He And She Of hills and woods this world consists, Of skies ...
- No Word About Love... No word about love! But I'm mute it ...
- To Recollect! To recollect! It's better than to have. Just ...
- Has Not Been Heated Has not been heated to the white, Yet it...
Izabella Akhatovna "Bella" Akhmadulina (10 April 1937 – 29 November 2010) was a Soviet and Russian poet, short story writer, and translator, known for her apolitical writing stance. She was part of the Russian New Wave literary movement. She was cited by Joseph Brodsky as the best living poet in the Russian language.
Despite the aforementioned apolitical stance of her writing, Akhmadulina was often critical of authorities in the Soviet Union, and spoke out in favour of others, including Nobel laureates Boris Pasternak, Andrei Sakharov, and Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. She was known to international audiences via her travels abroad during the Khrushchev Thaw, during which she ... more »
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And I shall tell you at the end:
farewell, don't pledge self to love, helpless.
I go mad, or just ascend
to the high echelon of madness.
How had you loved? - You'd put aside
even the Death. But ‘tis not matter.
How had you loved? You'd done that right,
but you had had to do that better.
Hell of a blunder! I shall not
Forgive you else. It lives - my body -
it roams, sees the real world,
but just with emptiness it's loaded.
My mind yet makes its scanty work,
But arms had helplessly felled down,
and, likewise a small airy flock,