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Anna Andreyevna Gorenko[Notes 1] (23 June [O.S. 11 June] 1889 – 5 March 1966), better known by the pen name Anna Akhmatova (/ɑːkˈmɑːtɔːvə/; Russian: Анна Ахматова, IPA: [ɐxˈmatəvə]), was one of the most significant Russian poets of the 20th century. She was shortlisted for the Nobel Prize in 1965 and received second-most (three) nominations for the award the following year.

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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

And Love, Disorder, Enchantment, Love, Occasional, Pain

How the miracle of our meeting Shone there and sang, I didn't want to return From there to anywhere. Happiness instead of duty Was bitter delight to me. Not obliged to speak to anyone, I spoke for a long while. Let passions stifle lovers, Demanding answers, We, my dear, are only souls At the limits of the world.

Bitter, Delight, Instead, Long, Miracle, Passion

I go forth to seek To seek and claim the lovely magic garden Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak.

Garden, Lovely, Magic, Softly, Forth

This cruel age has deflected me, like a river from this course. Strayed from its familiar shores, my changeling life has flowed into a sister channel. How many spectacles I've missed: the curtain rising without me, and falling too. How many friends I never had the chance to meet.

Age, Curtain, Fall, Missed, Rivers, Sister

I know beginnings, I know endings too, and life-in-death, and something else I'd rather not recall just now.

Beginnings, Endings, Know, Knows, Recall, Recalls

You thought I was that type: that you could forget me, and that I'd plead and weep and throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare, or that I'd ask the sorcerers for some magic potion made from roots and send you a terrible gift: my precious perfumed handkerchief. Damn you! I will not grant your cursed soul vicarious tears or a single glance. And I swear to you by the garden of the angels, I swear by the miracle-working ikon, and by the fire and smoke of our nights: I will never come back to you.

Angel, Ask, Broken Heart, Night, Nights, Potion

Now no one will listen to songs. The prophesied days have begun. Latest poem of mine, the world has lost its wonder, Don't break my heart, don't ring out.

Heart, Lost, Poem, Song, World

It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.

Love, Painful, Silently, Soul, Unbearably

My shadow serves as the friend I crave

Crave, Friend, Serves, Shadow

You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.

Remember, Storm, Storms, Thinking, Thunder

Let whoever wants to, relax in the south, And bask in the garden of paradise. Here is the essence of northand it's autumn I've chosen as this year's friend.

Autumn, Bask, Garden, Let, Paradise, Years

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.

Darkness, Everything, Give, Giving, Light, Lovely

The secret of secrets is inside me again

Secret, Secrets

A land not mine, still forever memorable, the waters of its ocean chill and fresh. Sand on the bottom whiter than chalk, and the air drunk, like wine, late sun lays bare the rosy limbs of the pinetrees. Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.

Memorable, Ocean, Sunset, Tell, Waters, Waves

Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.

Call Me, Grief, Insomnia, Maliciously

We thought: we're poor, we have nothing, but when we started losing one after the other so each day became remembrance day, we started composing poems about God's great generosity and our former riches.

Became, Composing, Each Day, Generosity, Poems, Remembrance

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Fire, Hear, Heart, Storms, Think, Thinking

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

Accidental, Body, Dreadful, Dream, Guests

You do not know just what you've been forgiven.

Forgiven, Know, Knows

. . . he is rewarded with a form of eternal childhood, with the bounty and vigilance of the stars, the whole world was his inheritance and he shared it with everyone.

Bounty, Childhood, Eternal, Inheritance, Stars, Whole

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