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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THIS RUSSIAN SOIL, by ANNA ADREYEVNA GORENKO Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: In lockets for a charm we do not wear it Last Line: To receive and embrace us and turn us to clay. Alternate Author Name(s): Akhmatova, Anna Subject(s): Russia; Soviet Union; Russians | |||
In all the world no people are so tearless, So proud, so simple as we are. -- 1922 In lockets for a charm we do not wear it, In verse about its sorrows do not weep, With Eden's blissful vales do not compare it, Untroubled does it leave our bitter sleep. To sell it is a flagrant thought that never, Not even in our hearts, unknown, takes root. Before our eyes its image does not hover, When we are beggared, sick, despairing, mute. It is mud on our shoes, it is rubble, It is sand on our teeth, it is slush, It is pure, taintless dust that we crumble, That we pound, that we mix, that we crush. But it's ours, our own, and will open one day To receive and embrace us and turn us to clay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 259 by LYN HEJINIAN A FOREIGN COUNTRY by JOSEPHINE MILES THE DIAMOND PERSONA by NORMAN DUBIE IN MEMORIAM: 1933 (7. RUSSIA: ANNO 1905) by CHARLES REZNIKOFF TAKE A LETTER TO DMITRI SHOSTAKOVITCH by CARL SANDBURG READING THE RUSSIANS by RUTH STONE THE SOVIET CIRCUS VISITS HAVANA, 1969 by VIRGIL SUAREZ A PROBLEM IN AESTHETICS by KAREN SWENSON CONFESSION (1) by ANNA ADREYEVNA GORENKO COURAGE by ANNA ADREYEVNA GORENKO I SAID TO THE CUCKOO: 'TILL I DIE' by ANNA ADREYEVNA GORENKO |
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