Anna Akhmatova

I seem to myself, as in a dream, Am accidental guest in this dreadful body. ↗

— Anna Akhmatova

#illness #dreams

If you were music I would listen to you ceaselessly       And my low spirits would brighten up. ↗

— Anna Akhmatova

#music #love

And you know, I agree to everything: I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely. ↗

— Anna Akhmatova

#love

Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing. ↗

— Anna Akhmatova

#freedom

Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with reverent attention. ↗

— Anna Akhmatova

#music

But then he touched the flowers With the dry tips of his fingers. "Tell me how men kiss you. Tell me how you kiss. ↗

— Anna Akhmatova

#the-guest #the-visitor #men

Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem too insignificant for our concern? Yet in my heart I never will deny her, Who suffered death because she chose to turn. ↗

— Anna Akhmatova

#chose #concern #death #deny #does

I should be proud to have my memory graced, but only if the monument be placed... here, where I endured three hundred hours in line before the implacable iron bars. ↗

— Anna Akhmatova

#before #endured #here #hours #hundred

All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead. ↗

— Anna Akhmatova

#been #betrayed #black #death #flashed

Courage: Great Russian word, fit for the songs of our children's children, pure on their tongues, and free. ↗

— Anna Akhmatova

#courage #fit #free #great #our