And you, my friends who have been called away,
I have been spared to mourn for you and weep,
Not as a frozen willow over your memory,
But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep.
What names are those!
I slam shut the calendar,
Down on your knees, all!
Blood of my heart,
The people of Leningrad march out in even rows,
The living, the dead: fame can't tell them apart.
'The living, the dead: fame can't tell them apart'. Another memorable poem from renowned Russian poet Anna Akhmatova.
Not as a frozen willow over your memory, But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep. Leningrad, living and the dead. fame cannot.. a very fine poem. tony
'fame can't tell them apart' Such a sad sense over a sad time in Russia.
Blood of my heart! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
2) and the problems of living and writing in the shadow of Stalinism.A very brave and great Poetess, my deep respect for this great Russian Poetess all times!
1) Her work has been condemned and censored by Stalinist authorities.She is notable for choosing to stay in Russia as a witness to the atrocities surrounding her.Her eternal themes include meditations on time etc, etc,
Powerful and deeply poignant poem so beautifully expressed.
The people of Leningrad march out in even rows, The living, the dead: fame can't tell them apart. /// wow great expression; superb poem penned where the heart weeping for the friends who have been called away
Down on your knees, all! Blood of my heart, The people of Leningrad march out in even rows, The living, the dead: fame can't tell them apart. very good poem- tony
'The living, the dead: fame can't tell them apart'. Another memorable poem from renowned Russian poet Anna Akhmatova.