Anna Akhmatova

I am a Bard…

We Don’t Know How To Say Goodbye

To The Londoners

Gray-Eyed King

True Tenderness

In Dream

Greetings!

Thank You, God…

Alexander By Thebes

In The Evening

Somewhere There Is A Simple Life

Our Native Earth

He Did Love

This Evening’s Light Is Golden Bright

The Last Toast

Now No-One Will Be Listening To Songs

How Many Demands…

I Have No Use For Odic Legions

Thoughts Of The Sunlight

I Saw My Friend At The Front Door

So Again We Triumph!

Here Pushkin’s Endless Exile Has Begun

If The Moon On The Skies Does Not Roam

My Hands Clasped Under A Veil

They Didn’t Meet

My Way

Sunshine Has Filled The Room

The Victory

You’Ll Live, But I’Ll Not; Perhaps

To The Many

You, Who Was Born For Poetry’s Creation

Rachel

Reading ‘Hamlet’

To Boris Pasternak

I Was Born In The Right Time, In Whole

Music

The Pillow Hot

Let Somebody Else Rest By Southern Sea

To Fall Ill As One Should, Deliriously

There Are The Words That Couldn’t Be Twice Said

To The Muse

One Goes In Straightforward Ways

When I Write Poems

Requiem

Everything

I Taught Myself To Live Simply

Celebrate

Crucifix

You Will Hear Thunder

Voronezh

I Wrung My Hands

Departure

Memory Of Sun

But Listen, I Am Warning You

I Don’T Know If You’Re Alive Or Dead

How Can You Bear To Look At The Neva?

Twenty-First. Night. Monday

And You, My Friends Who Have Been Called Away

Why Is This Age Worse…?

Solitude