The Poetry Corner

Anna Akhmatova

Poems

Along the Hard Crust...

And As It's Going...

And Pushkin's Exile Had

As a White Stone

For Osip Mandelstam

How Can You Bear To Look At The Neva?

I Don't Know If You're Alive Or Dead

I Hear The Oriole's Always-Grieving Voice

I Taught Myself To Live Simply

I Wrung My Hands

In Memory Of M. B.

Twenty-First. Night. Monday

Under Her Dark Veil

Why Is This Age Worse...?

You Thought I Was That Type

You Will Hear Thunder