Anna Akhmatova

Anna Akhmatova
Anna Akhmatova

Anna Akhmatova (1889-1966) was the penname of Anna Andreenva Gorenko, one of the finest poets of the 20th century. Akhmatova lived through one of the most turbulent periods of Russian history and endured great personal tragedy at the hands of the Soviets. Two of her husbands, the poet Nikolai Gumilyov and the art scholar Nikolai Punin, were killed, her son Lev jailed, and her poetry banned from publication for decades.

Despite this she continued to be a beloved figure among many Russians and following Stalin's death, the Soviet Powers That Be grudgingly conceded her status as a cultural icon and allowed her work to be published once more. Despite this loosening of official strictures, her greatest masterpiece, the anti-Stalinist Requiem, existed only in the memories of Akhamatova herself and a few close friends for many years. She was terrified to commit it to paper lest it be used against her son.

Akhmatova died in 1966 and remains one of Russia's most beloved poets. Following the collapse of the USSR, she has even been hailed as a national heroine, her words living on in memory not just of her own suffering under the Stalinist terrors, but the suffering of all Russia.

Akhmatova's Poetry

Akhmatova's poetry is remarkable for both for its beautiful imagery and lyricism and its technical mastery of rhyme, rhythm and form. In English translation, sadly, you tend to get one or the other - the beauty of her words or her virtuosity. Not both.

My favorite English translations of Akhmatova's works are the free verse translations of Judith Hemschemeyer, who captures the beauty of Akhmatova better than any other translations I've yet read. You can buy these translations either in a volume of Akhmatova's complete works or a dual language selection, which will be especially useful to students of the Russian language. You can read a critic's review of the Complete Works here.

Here is one of my favorites:

Lot's Wife

And the righteous man followed the envoy of God, 
Huge and bright, over the black mountain. 
But anguish spoke loudly to his wife: 
It is not too late, you can still gaze 
 
At the red towers of your native Sodom, 
At the square where you sang, at the courtyard where you spun, 
At the empty windows of the tall house 
Where you bore children to your beloved husband.
 
She glanced, and, paralyzed by deadly pain, 
Her eyes no longer saw anything; 
And her body became transparent salt 
And her quick feet were rooted to the spot.
 
Who will weep for this woman? 
Isn't her death the least significant? 
But my heart will never forget the one 
Who gave her life for a single glance.
 
 
 

Most of Akhmatova's friends - those who weren't killed - emigrated from Russia to escape the Terror and the daily persecution they underwent as "bourgeois" elements. Except for a few short trips, Akhmatova herself left Russia only once, during the war, when she was sent from Nazi-besieged Leningrad to the city of Tashkent, Uzbekistan, far to the south in Soviet Central Asia. In "Lot's Wife," you can feel the love that bound her to her homeland, even in her times of greatest hardship and despair.

Лишь сердце мое никогда не забудет/Отдавшую жизнь за единственный взгляд.

Akhmatova's Funeral
Akhmatova's Funeral

Akhmatova's Requiem was dedicated to the other women with whom she waited long hours outside the prisons of Leningrad, waiting to see their sons, husbands, fathers, brothers, lovers.

"I'd like," she wrote, "to name them all by name,/But the list has been confiscated and is nowhere to be found./I have woven a wide mantle for them/From their meager, overheard words."

"Instead of a Preface," she wrote about an incident in the lines:

In the terrible years of the Yezhov terror, I spent seventeen months in the prison lines of Leningrad. Once, someone "recognized" me. Then a woman with bluish lips standing behind me, who, of course had never heard me called by name before, woke up from the stupor to which everyone had succumbed and whispered in my ear (everyone spoke in whispers there):

"Can you describe this?"

And I answered: "Yes, I can."

Then something that looked like a smile passed over what had once been her face.

Read the complete poem.

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The Indexer 8 years ago from UK

Very moving. Thank you.


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Drax 8 years ago from NYC....

OMG I cannot believe somebody has written about my favourite ever poet. I seriously entertain learning Russian to be able to read her properly.... the list of poems that keep me up at night are endless of course Requiem is up there but I really love;-

Voronezh"--

The town stands completely icebound.

Trees, walls, snow as though under glass.

Timidly I walk over the crystals.

The painted sledge jolts along.

In Voronezh there are crows over Peter's statue,

poplars and a verdigris dome,

eroded, in the turbulent sun-dust.

here the slopes of the powerful earth still quake

from the victory over the Tartars at Kulikovo.

The poplars like glasses touching

will chime loudly,

as though one thousand guests were toasting

our triumph at a wedding feast.

While in the room of the exiled poet

fear and the Muse stand duty in turn

and the night is endless

and knows no hope of dawn.

thank you Kerry G....


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kerryg 8 years ago from USA Author

Thanks, The Indexer and Drax, I'm glad you enjoyed the hub!

Drax, Russian is a very fun language, though more obviously "foreign" to a native English speaker than, say, Spanish or French. I know a lot of Americans consider it an unattractive language, but in the right hands (Akhmatova's being among them), it's gorgeous and the richness and subtlety of vocabulary is more comparable to English than many of the (arguably) simpler Romance languages.

Even if you only know the alphabet and some basic words and phrases it can be fun to try to read along in a dual language book like the one I recommended above. You can start to get a sense of her rhythm and rhyme schemes that way. So, for example, with the last stanza of Lotogo Zhena above:

Kto zhenschina etu oplakivat' budet?

Ne men'shey li mnitsya ona iz utrat?

Lish' serdtse moyo nikogda ne zabudet

Otdavshuyu zhizn' za yedinstvenniy vzglyad.

Here is Voronezh po-russki:

http://www.litera.ru/stixiya/authors/axmatova/i-go...

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