Akhmatova: Poems

Edited by Peter Washington

Translated by D. M. Thomas
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A legend in her own time both for her brilliant poetry and for her resistance to oppression, Anna Akhmatova—denounced by the Soviet regime for her “eroticism, mysticism, and political indifference”—is one of the greatest Russian poets of the twentieth century.

Before the revolution, Akhmatova was a wildly popular young poet who lived a bohemian life. She was one of the leaders of a movement of poets whose ideal was “beautiful clarity”—in her deeply personal work, themes of love and mourning are conveyed with passionate intensity and economy, her voice by turns tender and fierce. A vocal critic of Stalinism, she saw her work banned for many years and was expelled from the Writers’ Union—condemned as “half nun, half harlot.” Despite this censorship, her reputation continued to flourish underground, and she is still among Russia’s most beloved poets.

Here are poems from all her major works—including the magnificent “Requiem” commemorating the victims of Stalin’s terror—and some that have been newly translated for this edition.
From EVENING
‘The pillow hot . . .’
Reading Hamlet
Evening Room
‘I have written down the words . . .’
‘I share my room . . .’
‘Memory of sun seeps from the heart . . .’
‘The door is half open . . .’
‘High in the sky . . .’
Song of the Last Meeting
Love
‘He loved three things alone . . .’
Imitation of Annensky
‘I came here in idleness . . .’
White Night
Legend on an Unfinished Portrait

From ROSARY
‘I have come to take your place, sister . . .’
‘It goes on without end . . .’
‘We’re all drunkards here . . .’
A Ride
‘Nobody came to meet me . . .’
‘So many requests . . .’
The Voice of Memory
8 November 1913
‘Blue heaven, but the high . . .’
‘Do you forgive me . . .’
The Guest
‘I won’t beg for your love . . .’
‘I came to him as a guest . . .’

BY THE SEASHORE

From WHITE FLOCK
‘Empty white Christmastide . . .’
Loneliness
‘How can you look at the Neva . . .’
‘The road is black . . .’
Flight
‘I don’t know if you’re alive or dead . . .’
‘There is a frontier-line . . .’
‘Freshness of words . . .’
‘Under an empty dwelling’s frozen roof . . .’
‘The churchyard’s quiet . . .’
‘Neither by cart nor boat . . .’
‘Lying in me . . .’
Statue in Tsarskoye Selo
‘O there are words . . .’

From PLANTAIN
‘Fame is like smoke . . .’
‘I shouldn’t be dreaming . . .’
‘Now farewell, capital . . .’
‘I hear the oriole’s always grieving voice . . .’
‘Now no-one will be listening to songs . . .’
‘The cuckoo I asked . . .’
‘Why is our century worse than any other? . . .’

From ANNO DOMINI
‘You’re like a strange . . .’
‘Everything is looted . . .’
‘Oh, life without . . .’
‘They wiped your slate . . .’
Bezhetsk
‘To earthly solace . . .’
‘I’m not of those who left . . .’
‘Blows the swan wind . . .’
‘To fall ill as one should . . .’
‘Behind the lake . . .’
Rachel
Lot’s Wife

From REED
Muse
To an Artist
The Last Toast
*‘Dust smells of a sun-ray . . .’
‘Some gaze into tender faces . . .’
Boris Pasternak
Voronezh
*Imitation from the Armenian
Dante
Cleopatra
Willow
*In Memory of Mikhail Bulgakov
‘When a man dies . . .’
*‘Not the lyre of a lover . . .’
Way of All the Earth

From THE SEVENTH BOOK
In 1940
‘Some walk in a straight line . . .’
*‘No matter that death . . .’
Courage
‘And you, my friends . . .’
*‘That’s how I am . . .’
Three Autumns
‘The souls of those I love . . .’
‘The fifth act of the drama . . .’
‘It is your lynx eyes, Asia . . .’
In Dream
‘Once more an autumn . . .’
*The Glass Doorbell
‘And that heart . . .’
‘So again we triumph! . . .’
‘Let any, who will, still bask in the south . . .’
Music

From Northern Elegies
The First
The Fifth
The Sixth
Seaside Sonnet
Fragment
Summer Garden
‘In black memory . . .’
‘Could Beatrice write . . .’
Death of a Poet
The Death of Sophocles
Alexander at Thebes
Native Soil
There are Four of Us
*‘If all who have begged help . . .’
Last Rose
*‘Reviled and acclaimed . . .’
‘This land . . .’
*‘It is no wonder . . .’
‘What’s war? What’s plague? . . .’
In Memory of V. C. Sreznevskaya
Christmastime (24 December)
‘You will hear thunder and remember me . . .’

REQUIEM

POEM WITHOUT A HERO


Notes
Translator’s Acknowledgments


*Poems not published in the collection but written in the same epoch.

About

A legend in her own time both for her brilliant poetry and for her resistance to oppression, Anna Akhmatova—denounced by the Soviet regime for her “eroticism, mysticism, and political indifference”—is one of the greatest Russian poets of the twentieth century.

Before the revolution, Akhmatova was a wildly popular young poet who lived a bohemian life. She was one of the leaders of a movement of poets whose ideal was “beautiful clarity”—in her deeply personal work, themes of love and mourning are conveyed with passionate intensity and economy, her voice by turns tender and fierce. A vocal critic of Stalinism, she saw her work banned for many years and was expelled from the Writers’ Union—condemned as “half nun, half harlot.” Despite this censorship, her reputation continued to flourish underground, and she is still among Russia’s most beloved poets.

Here are poems from all her major works—including the magnificent “Requiem” commemorating the victims of Stalin’s terror—and some that have been newly translated for this edition.

Table of Contents

From EVENING
‘The pillow hot . . .’
Reading Hamlet
Evening Room
‘I have written down the words . . .’
‘I share my room . . .’
‘Memory of sun seeps from the heart . . .’
‘The door is half open . . .’
‘High in the sky . . .’
Song of the Last Meeting
Love
‘He loved three things alone . . .’
Imitation of Annensky
‘I came here in idleness . . .’
White Night
Legend on an Unfinished Portrait

From ROSARY
‘I have come to take your place, sister . . .’
‘It goes on without end . . .’
‘We’re all drunkards here . . .’
A Ride
‘Nobody came to meet me . . .’
‘So many requests . . .’
The Voice of Memory
8 November 1913
‘Blue heaven, but the high . . .’
‘Do you forgive me . . .’
The Guest
‘I won’t beg for your love . . .’
‘I came to him as a guest . . .’

BY THE SEASHORE

From WHITE FLOCK
‘Empty white Christmastide . . .’
Loneliness
‘How can you look at the Neva . . .’
‘The road is black . . .’
Flight
‘I don’t know if you’re alive or dead . . .’
‘There is a frontier-line . . .’
‘Freshness of words . . .’
‘Under an empty dwelling’s frozen roof . . .’
‘The churchyard’s quiet . . .’
‘Neither by cart nor boat . . .’
‘Lying in me . . .’
Statue in Tsarskoye Selo
‘O there are words . . .’

From PLANTAIN
‘Fame is like smoke . . .’
‘I shouldn’t be dreaming . . .’
‘Now farewell, capital . . .’
‘I hear the oriole’s always grieving voice . . .’
‘Now no-one will be listening to songs . . .’
‘The cuckoo I asked . . .’
‘Why is our century worse than any other? . . .’

From ANNO DOMINI
‘You’re like a strange . . .’
‘Everything is looted . . .’
‘Oh, life without . . .’
‘They wiped your slate . . .’
Bezhetsk
‘To earthly solace . . .’
‘I’m not of those who left . . .’
‘Blows the swan wind . . .’
‘To fall ill as one should . . .’
‘Behind the lake . . .’
Rachel
Lot’s Wife

From REED
Muse
To an Artist
The Last Toast
*‘Dust smells of a sun-ray . . .’
‘Some gaze into tender faces . . .’
Boris Pasternak
Voronezh
*Imitation from the Armenian
Dante
Cleopatra
Willow
*In Memory of Mikhail Bulgakov
‘When a man dies . . .’
*‘Not the lyre of a lover . . .’
Way of All the Earth

From THE SEVENTH BOOK
In 1940
‘Some walk in a straight line . . .’
*‘No matter that death . . .’
Courage
‘And you, my friends . . .’
*‘That’s how I am . . .’
Three Autumns
‘The souls of those I love . . .’
‘The fifth act of the drama . . .’
‘It is your lynx eyes, Asia . . .’
In Dream
‘Once more an autumn . . .’
*The Glass Doorbell
‘And that heart . . .’
‘So again we triumph! . . .’
‘Let any, who will, still bask in the south . . .’
Music

From Northern Elegies
The First
The Fifth
The Sixth
Seaside Sonnet
Fragment
Summer Garden
‘In black memory . . .’
‘Could Beatrice write . . .’
Death of a Poet
The Death of Sophocles
Alexander at Thebes
Native Soil
There are Four of Us
*‘If all who have begged help . . .’
Last Rose
*‘Reviled and acclaimed . . .’
‘This land . . .’
*‘It is no wonder . . .’
‘What’s war? What’s plague? . . .’
In Memory of V. C. Sreznevskaya
Christmastime (24 December)
‘You will hear thunder and remember me . . .’

REQUIEM

POEM WITHOUT A HERO


Notes
Translator’s Acknowledgments


*Poems not published in the collection but written in the same epoch.