I don't know if you're alive or dead. Can you on earth be sought, or only when the sunsets fade be mourned secretly in my thought? All is for you: t… - Anna Akhmatova

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I don't know if you're alive or dead.
Can you on earth be sought,
or only when the sunsets fade
be mourned secretly in my thought?

All is for you: the daily prayer,
the sleepless heat at night,
and of my verses, the white
flock, and of my eyes, the blue fire.

No-one was more cherished, no-one tortured
me more, not
even the one who betrayed me to torture,
not even the one who caressed me and forgot.

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About Anna Akhmatova

Anna Andreevna Gorenko [А́нна Андре́евна Горе́нко] (23 June {11 June O.S.} 1889 - 5 March 1966) was a Russian poet, known primarily by her pen name Anna Akhmatova [А́нна Ахма́това]. Her work was condemned and censored by Soviet authorities and she notably chose not to emigrate, but remained in Russia, acting as witness to the difficulties of living and writing in the shadow of Stalinism.

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Native Name: Анна Андреевна Ахматова А́нна Андре́евна Ахма́това
Alternative Names: Anna Andreyevna Gorenko Anna Achmatova Anna Ahmatova Anna Gorenko Anna Andreevna Gorenko Anna Andreevna Akhmatova Anna A. Ahmatova

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سال های تلخ بیماری نصیبم کن،
خفقان ، بی خوابی ، تب ،
فرزندم را بگیر و یارم را ،
موهبت اسرارآمیز شعرسرایی را ،
اما ، باز ، از پس این همه روزهای فرساینده،
در مراسم نیایش،چنان به درگاهت دعا میکنم
تا ابر سیاه بالای روسیه
به ابر سفیدی در میان پرتوهای شکوهمند بدل شود.

We never quite learned to part,
-We wander slowly side by side.
Outside it’s starting to get dark,
I’m silent, - you’re preoccupied.

We’ll enter a church and we’ll see
Baptisms, marriages, mass.
A minute later, we’ll leave…
Why is everything different with us?

Or we’ll sit on the trampled snow
In a dark cemetery and sigh,
With a stick in your hand, you’ll draw
A palace for just you and I.

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