Poem Without a Hero

and selected poems

معرفی و دانلود مجموعه

شعر بدون قهرمان

و شعرهای برگزیده

ترجمه شعر های روسی آنا آخماتووا به انگلیسی

شاعر:

آنا آخماتوا

Anna Akhmatova

Анна Ахматова

مجموعه شعر انگلیسی

مترجمان از شعر روسی به  شعر انگلیسی:

توضیحات مجموعه شعر بدون قهرمان (Poem Without a Hero):

اگر شما به دنبال کتابی کمیاب در هر زمینه ای هستید و تاکنون موفق به یافتن آن نشده اید ، می توانید آن را در اینستاگرام تیم بیبلیو فایل سفارش دهید

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قست هایی از کتاب شعر بدون قرمان (Poem Without a Hero):

Poem Without a Hero Quotes

“Cold clouds of incense
Hide the height of the sky,
A burst of wind and everything opens.
We understand. The drama is over,
This is not the third autumn.
This is death.”
― Anna Akhmatova, Poem Without a Hero: And Selected Poems

“Half-closes her eyes — eyelids heavy with
poems.”
― Anna Akhmatova, Poem Without a Hero: And Selected Poems

“Before this grief, mountains must bend down
And rivers stop,
But prison locks are strong,
And behind them are the labor-camp bunks
And the deadly tedium.
For others the fresh breeze is blowing,
For others the extravagant sun sets —
For us everything is the same, we know nothing,
We hear only the keys and their hateful grinding.
Only the soldiers’ stiff steps.
We get up as for early Mass in the city,
The savaged city, and coming
We meet ourselves, the dead, the unbreathing.
The sun is low, the Neva misty,
It is only in the distance that hope is singing.
The sentence . . . and at once tears,
Now everything has been taken,
The rest of life, torn from her heart,
Knocked backwards by a hoodlum
And yet she walks . . . stumbles . . . alone . . .
Where are they now, unwilling friends
Of years in Hell?
What visions do they see in Siberian snow-storms?
What hallucinations in the circle of the moon?
I send them this goodbye and wish them well.”
― Anna Akhmatova, Poem Without a Hero: And Selected Poems

“The poet has to die many times,
Foolish child: he himself chose this way –
He couldn’t bear the first outrage,
He didn’t know at what door he stood,
He didn’t understand what kind of road
Would open up before him…”
― Anna Akhmatova, Poem Without a Hero: And Selected Poems

“That old Cagliostro does weird things,
He’s a most elegant devil ,
But he won’t cry with me over death
And he doesn’t know what conscience is.”
― Anna Akhmatova, Poem Without a Hero: And Selected Poems

“And so the decades file by, torture,
Deportations, executions. Sing —
You see…
I can’t”
― Anna Akhmatova, Poem Without a Hero: And Selected Poems

“You will not live again.
You will not rise from the snow
Twenty-eight holes from the bayonet
Five from the gun.

I have made a shroud for my friend,
Sad cloth.
She loves, loves blood
This Russian earth.”
― Anna Akhmatova, Poem Without a Hero: And Selected Poems

“A happy phrase — “at home ” —
And now unknown to anyone,
Everybody looks through another man’s windows.”
― Anna Akhmatova, Poem Without a Hero: And Selected Poems

“Wild honey smells of freedom
The dust – of sunlight
The mouth of a young girl, like a violet
But gold – smells of nothing.

Mignonette smells of water
Love smells of apples
And now we know
Blood smells of blood.”
― Anna Akhmatova, Poem Without a Hero: And Selected Poems

“And if you knew from what scraps
Poems are born — without shame
Like yellow dandelions by a wormy fence,
Like wild spinach or the common burr.”
― Anna Akhmatova, Poem Without a Hero: And Selected Poems

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