This land, although not my native land, Will be remembered forever. And the sea's lightly iced, Unsalty water. The sand on the bottom is whiter than chalk, The air is heady, like wine, And the rosy body of the pines Is naked in the sunset hour. And the sunset itself on such waves of ether That I just can't comprehend Whether it is the end of the day, the end of the world, Or the mystery of mysteries in me again.
Rising from the past, my shadow Is running in silence to meet me. - Anna Akhmatova
Rising from the past, my shadow Is running in silence to meet me.
- Anna Akhmatova
There is a sacred, secret line in loving which attraction and even passion cannot cross. - Anna Akhmatova
There is a sacred, secret line in loving which attraction and even passion cannot cross.
Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard. - Anna Akhmatova
Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard.
I go forth to seek To seek and claim the lovely magic garden Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak. - Anna Akhmatova
I go forth to seek To seek and claim the lovely magic garden Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak.
My shadow serves as the friend I crave - Anna Akhmatova
My shadow serves as the friend I crave
You do not know just what you've been forgiven. - Anna Akhmatova
You do not know just what you've been forgiven.
As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future -- a terrible festival of dead leaves. - Anna Akhmatova
As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future -- a terrible festival of dead leaves.
You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms. - Anna Akhmatova
You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.
It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently. - Anna Akhmatova
It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.
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