Anna Akhmatova

(23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)

Crucifix - Poem by Anna Akhmatova

Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave.

This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered
By angel's choirs; fire melted sky.
He asked his Father:"Why am I abandoned...?"
And told his Mother: "Mother, do not cry..."

Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned.
Peter sank into the stone trance...
Only there, where Mother stood alone,
None has dared cast a single glance.

Comments about Crucifix by Anna Akhmatova

  • Susan Williams (10/19/2017 6:49:00 PM)

    2nd poem that I've read by her- - -she absolutely knows the power of a well-chosen word and a stark image (Report) Reply

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  • (10/8/2013 7:38:00 PM)

    Beautiful imagery, so haunting and enchanting, so much in so few words. Very poignant (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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