(23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)

And You, My Friends Who Have Been Called Away

And you, my friends who have been called away,
I have been spared to mourn for you and weep,
Not as a frozen willow over your memory,
But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep.
What names are those!
I slam shut the calendar,
Down on your knees, all!
Blood of my heart,
The people of Leningrad march out in even rows,
The living, the dead : fame can't tell them apart.

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A great tribute paid to Russian people who suffered during revolution like the poetess and were dead leaving her behind to mourn their departure. A great poem from equally great poetess.
A beautiful poem from a great poetess of Russia. In memory of those who are gone. Touching poem indeed.
Being a victim of Stalin's harsh authoritarianism Anna Akhmatova, the great Russian poetess had to suffer a lot.for the sake of poetry. The poem 'And you, my friends who have been called away' is her emotional response to her comrades who were diverted from the Acmeism movement
Not as a frozen willow over your memory, But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep. Leningrad, living and the dead. fame cannot.. a very fine poem. tony
'fame can't tell them apart' Such a sad sense over a sad time in Russia.
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