If you were music I would listen to you ceaselessly And my low spirits would brighten up.
Anna AkhmatovaWe aged a hundred years, and this happened in a single hour: the short summer had already died, the body of the ploughed plains smoked.
Anna AkhmatovaWe learned not to meet anymore, We don't raise our eyes to one another, But we ourselves won't guarantee What could happen to us in an hour.
Anna AkhmatovaThough you are three times more beautiful than angels, Though you are the sister of the river willows, I will kill you with my singing, Without spilling your blood on the ground. Not touching you with my hand, Not giving you one glance, I will stop loving you, But with your unimaginable groans I will finally slake my thirst. From her, who wandered the earth before me, Crueler than ice, more fiery than flame, From her, who still exists in the etherโ From her you will set me free.
Anna Akhmatova