Anna Akhmatova

Here you will find the Poem Reading 'Hamlet' of poet Anna Akhmatova

Reading 'Hamlet'


The lot by the graves was a dusty hot land;
The river behind -- blue and cool. 
You told me, 'Well, go to a convent,
Or go marry a fool...' 
Princes always say that, being placid or fierce,
But I cherish this speech, short and poor --
Let it flow and shine through a thousand years,
Like from shoulders do mantles of fur. 


And, as if in wrong occasion,
I said, 'Thou,' else...
And an easy smile of pleasure
Lit up dear face.

From such lapses, told or mental,
Every cheek would blaze.
I love you as forty gentle
Sisters love and bless.