Anna Akhmatova Quotes About Summer

Quotes about: Summer

• The word landed with a stony thud Onto my still-beating breast. Nevermind, I was prepared, I will manage with the rest. I have a lot of work to do today; I need to slaughter memory, Turn my living soul to stone Then teach myself to live again. . . But how. The hot summer rustles Like a carnival outside my window; I have long had this premonition Of a bright day and a deserted house.

  Anna Akhmatova

  Summer, Memories, Long

  Anna Akhmatova, “Requiem”

• And it seemed to me that there were fires Flying till dawn without number And I never found out things-those Strange eyes of his-what colour? Everything trembling and singing and Were you my enemy or my friend, Winter was it or summer?

  Anna Akhmatova

  Summer, Eye, Winter

• We aged a hundred years, and this happened in a single hour: the short summer had already died, the body of the ploughed plains smoked.

  Anna Akhmatova

  Summer, Years, Body

  "'In Memoriam, July 19, 1914' ('White Flock')". Poem by Anna Akhmatova, 1917.

• Today I have so much to do: I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone, I must learn to live again. Unless ... Summer's ardent rustling is like a festival outside my window.

  Anna Akhmatova

  Summer, Memories, Soul

  Anna Akhmatova, “The Sentence”

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