In childhood I often listened to these poems in recordings from composer of David Tukhmanov "On the Crest of My Memory"
Very impressed, such a age was. Teen romantic head. Only poetry on the mind.
The dirt of human relations had much later.
But these Akhmatova's poems I have always found comfort.
And these verses and now I admire.
Sorry for the bad translation)))
Anna Akhmatova
It was stuffy...
It was stifling from the burning light,
And his views — like beams.
I just shuddered: this, this
He can tame me
Bent he will say something...
From face draining blood.
Let stone gravestone lies
On the life of my love!
Don't like, don't want to watch?
Oh, how handsome you are, damned!
And I can't soar, can't fly
But childhood was winged.
My eyes froze the fog,
Merge things and persons,
And the only red Tulip,
Tulip in his buttonhole.
The statute of simple courtesy,
Approached me, smiled,
Semi-affectionately, semi-lazy
Kiss hands touched —
And the mysterious, ancient faces
Looked at me eyes...
Ten years of fading and screams,
All my sleepless nights
I put in a quiet word
And told him — in vain.
You walked away, and began again
On the soul and empty and clear.
1913
Song based on poems by A. Akhmatova "Confusion" from the album of David Tukhmanov "On the Crest of My Memory"
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Here's a song about unrequited love)
On the soul and empty and clear...
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