So many requests, always, from a lover! None when they fall out of love. I'm glad the water does not move under the colourless ice of the river. And… - Anna Akhmatova

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So many requests, always, from a lover!
None when they fall out of love.
I'm glad the water does not move
under the colourless ice of the river.

And I'll stand - God help me! - on this ice,
however light and brittle it is,
and you...take care of our letters,
that our descendants not misjudge us,

That they may read and understand
more clearly what you are, wise, brave.
In your glorious biography
No row of dots should stand.

Earth's drink is much too sweet,
love's nets too close together.
May my name be in the textbooks
of children playing in the street.

When they've read my grievous story,
may they smile behind their desklids...
If I can't have love, if I can't find peace,
give me a bitter glory.

1913

English
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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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