SHARE
I taught myself to live simply and wisely,
to look at the sky and pray to God,
and to wander long before evening
to tire my superfluous worries.
When the burdocks rustle in the ravine
and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops
I compose happy verses
about life’s decay, decay and beauty.
I come back. The fluffy cat
licks my palm, purrs so sweetly
and the fire flares bright
on the saw-mill turret by the lake.
Only the cry of a stork landing on the roof
occasionally breaks the silence.
If you knock on my door
I may not even hear.

Anna Akhmatova, 23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966

c975d8c5db192daaa36ff8ffb9ecdeea BqU6m7nCAAAdg_p BmdXtqfCYAAQzBD.jpg-large CAx1kNTU0AAtGiL.jpg-large B2FIY8hCUAQsU8sPortrait of Akhmatova, Modigliani
portrait-of-akhmatova-modigliani
Anna Akhmatova, Modigliani, 1911
anna-akhmatov-modigliani-1911

Anna Akhmatova – Head of woman 1911 Amedeo Modigliani
anna-akhmatova-head-of-woman-1911-amedeo-modigliani

Anna, Black crayon, Modigliani
anna-black-crayon-modigliani

Anna Akhmatova as Acrobat, Modigliani
anna-akhmatova-as-acrobat-modigliani1
Akhmatova, courtesy of The Akhmatova Museum, St Petersburgakhmatova-courtesy-of-the-akhmatova-museum-st-petersburg

SHARE