And You, My Friends Who Have Been Called Away Poem by Anna Akhmatova

And You, My Friends Who Have Been Called Away

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And you, my friends who have been called away,
I have been spared to mourn for you and weep,
Not as a frozen willow over your memory,
But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep.
What names are those!
I slam shut the calendar,
Down on your knees, all!
Blood of my heart,
The people of Leningrad march out in even rows,
The living, the dead : fame can't tell them apart.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Practicing Poetess 09 March 2019

'The living, the dead: fame can't tell them apart'. Another memorable poem from renowned Russian poet Anna Akhmatova.

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Practicing Poetess 09 March 2019

'The living, the dead: fame can't tell them apart'. Another memorable poem from renowned Russian poet Anna Akhmatova.

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Adrian Flett 09 March 2019

'fame can't tell them apart' Such a sad sense over a sad time in Russia.

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Dr Antony Theodore 09 March 2019

Not as a frozen willow over your memory, But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep. Leningrad, living and the dead. fame cannot.. a very fine poem. tony

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Being a victim of Stalin's harsh authoritarianism Anna Akhmatova, the great Russian poetess had to suffer a lot.for the sake of poetry. The poem 'And you, my friends who have been called away' is her emotional response to her comrades who were diverted from the Acmeism movement

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Sylvia Frances Chan 15 September 2021

2) and the problems of living and writing in the shadow of Stalinism.A very brave and great Poetess, my deep respect for this great Russian Poetess all times!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 15 September 2021

1) Her work has been condemned and censored by Stalinist authorities.She is notable for choosing to stay in Russia as a witness to the atrocities surrounding her.Her eternal themes include meditations on time etc, etc,

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 15 September 2021

Powerful and deeply poignant poem so beautifully expressed.

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Mahtab Bangalee 10 March 2020

The people of Leningrad march out in even rows, The living, the dead: fame can't tell them apart. /// wow great expression; superb poem penned where the heart weeping for the friends who have been called away

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Dr Antony Theodore 09 March 2020

Down on your knees, all! Blood of my heart, The people of Leningrad march out in even rows, The living, the dead: fame can't tell them apart. very good poem- tony

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