Anna Akhmatova was born 23 June 1889 and died 5 March 1966.
- Each of our lives is a Shakespearean drama raised to the thousandth degree.
- You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms…
- If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly, and my low spirits would brighten up.
- There is a sacred, secret line in loving which attraction and even passion cannot cross.
- Rising from the past, my shadow, Is running in silence to meet me.
- I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry; poetry and love and again, complete chaos. Pain, disorder, occasional clarity; and at the bottom of it all: only love; poetry. Sheer enchantment, fear, humiliation. It all comes with love.
- Real tenderness can’t be confused, It’s quiet and can’t be heard.
Anna Andreyevna Gorenko, known by the pen name Anna Akhmatova, was a Russian modernist poet. She is regarded as one of the most acclaimed Russian writers. She is the author of Requiem and Poem without a Hero.
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