Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
I Don'T Know If You'Re Alive Or Dead
I don't know if you're alive or dead.Can you on earth be sought,Or only when the sunsets fadeBe mourned serenely in my thought?All is for you: the..
© Anna Akhmatova
You Will Hear Thunder
You will hear thunder and remember me,And think: she wanted storms. The rimOf the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,And your heart, as it was..
© Anna Akhmatova
Celebrate
Celebrate our anniversary - can't you seetonight the snowy night of our first wintercomes back again in every road and tree -that winter night of..
© Anna Akhmatova
I Taught Myself To Live Simply
I taught myself to live simply and wisely,to look at the sky and pray to God,and to wander long before eveningto tire my superfluous worries.When the..
© Anna Akhmatova
Requiem
Not under foreign skiesNor under foreign wings protected -I shared all this with my own peopleThere, where misfortune had abandoned us.[1961]INSTEAD..
© Anna Akhmatova
Everything
Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,black death’s wing’s overhead.Everything’s eaten by hunger, unsated,so why does a light shine ahead?By day..
© Anna Akhmatova
“Guardians of the Ice”
When ice retreats and seas grow warm,You face a changing, fragile form.Your ancient paths begin to fadeBy choices humans thoughtlessly made.So on..
© Penguin Day
“Black, White, and Brave”
Dressed in dusk and morning light,You face the cold with steady might.No roar, no claim of dominance,Just quiet, earned endurance.In every storm you..
© Penguin Day
“Flightless, Yet Free”
You cannot soar the open sky,Yet oceans hear your swift reply.In water deep, you dance and glide,A freedom waves can never hide.You prove that limits..
© Penguin Day
“Faithful Pair”
Across the ice, through endless years,You stand through hunger, storms, and fears.One waits while one must roam the sea,A vow of quiet loyalty.No..
© Penguin Day
“The Warmth of Huddle”
In frozen winds where breath turns white,You lean together through the night.No single heart can face the cold,But many hearts make courage bold.A..
© Penguin Day
“Waddle of the South”
In lands where silence meets the snow,You stand against the cutting blow.No wings to lift you from the ground,Yet in the sea, true flight is..
© Penguin Day
What's The Pope Do?
What's the pope do? Drinks, and takes a nap;looks out the window, has a bite to eat,fiddles with the housemaid's garter strap,and makes the town a..
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
From Hand To Hand
The Pope, God's locum, Our Lord, is someone I'dLiken to an eternal Father, like Our Eternal Father.That is, he doesn't die, or, sure he dies, but..
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Er Zagrifizzio D'Abbramo I (Abraham's Sacrifice 1)
La Bibbia, ch'è una spece d'un'istoria,Dice che ttra la prima e ssiconn'arcaAbbramo vorze fà da bon patriarcaN'ojocaustico a Dio sur Montemoria.Pijò..
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Er Zagrifizzio D'Abbramo Iii (Abraham's Sacrifice 3)
"Pacenza", dice Isacco ar zu' padraccio,Se butta s'una pietra inginocchione,E quer boja de padre arza er marraccioTra cap'e collo ar povero..
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Lotte A Casa (Lot At Home)
Cor zu' bravo sbordone a manimanca,Du' pellegrini a or de vemmariaCercaveno indov'era l'osteria,Perc'uno aveva male in d'una cianca.Ce s'incontra er..
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Er Companatico Der Paradiso (Heaven's Food)
Dio doppo avé creato in pochi giorniQuello che c'è de bello e c'é de brutto,In paradiso o in de li su' contorniCreò un rampino e ciattaccò un..
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Er Rifuggio (The Refuge)
A le curte: te vòi sbrigà d'AggnesaSenza er risico tuo? Be', tu pprocuraD'ammazzalla vicino a quarche chiesa:Poi scappa drento, e nun avé ppavura.In..
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
L'Innustria (Striving)
Un giorno che arrestai propio a la fetta,Senz'avé manco l'arma d'un quadrino,Senti che cosa fo: curro ar caminoE roppo in quattro pezzi la..
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
La Dispenza Der Madrimonio (The Marriage Licence)
Quella stradaccia me la sò lograta:Ma quanti passi me ce fussi fattoNun c'era da ottené pe gnisun pattoDe potemme sposà co mi' cuggnata.Io c'ero..
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
La Creazzione Der Monno (The Creation Of The World)
L'anno che Gesucristo impastò er monno,Ché pe impastallo già c'era la pasta,Verde lo vorze fà, grosso e ritonno,All'uso d'un cocommero de tasta.Fece..
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Er Duello De Davide (David's Duel)
Cos'è er braccio de Dio! mannà un fischiettoContr'a quer buggiarone de Golìa,Che si n'avessi avuto fantasiaLo poteva ammazzà cor un fichetto!Eppuro..
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Er Voto (The Vow)
Senti st'antra. A Ssan Pietro e MarcellinoCe stanno certe moniche befane,C'aveveno pe voto er contentinoDe maggnà ttutto-quanto co le mane.Vedi si..
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
La Porteria Der Convento (The Monastery's Porter)
Dico: "Se pò pparlà cor padr'Ilario?"Dice: "Per oggi no, perché confessa". --"E doppo confessato?" -- "Ha da dì messa". --"E doppo detto messa?" ..
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli