Friday, March 5, 2010

WOMEN:MARCH 5,ANNA AKHMATOVA,MARINA TSVETAEVA

anna akhmateva

modified March 2011
 ANNA AKHMATOVA,also ANNA ANDREYEVNA GORENKO,RUSSIAN POET AND WRITER
b JUNE 11,1889,NEAR ODESSA,UKRAIN
d MARCH 5,1966 ST PETERSBURG
Anna Akhmateva with Marina Tsvetaeva are two woman poets,adorning anthologies of Russian poetry.
AKHMATEVA'S LYRIC AND LOVE POETRY TURNED TO "EROTICISM,MYSTICISM AND POLITICAL INDIFFERENCE"ACCORDING TO ZHDANOV CENSURSHIP MACHINE AND GATHERED GROWING READERSHIP FOR HER.SHE WAS SUBMERGED IN TRAGEDIES.HER FIRST HUSBAND,NIKOLAI GUMILEV,NOW DIVORCED FROM HER WAS EXECUTED DURIND STALIN.HER SON ,LEV,AT THIS TIME WAS SENT TO SIBERIA.LATER HER THIRD HUSBAND ,NIKOLAI,ALSO SENT TO GULAG.
ANNA AKHMATOVA PUBLISHED .HER POEMS IN ACHMEIST CIECLE AND APOLLON,THE MAGAZINE OF ACHMEIST POETS WITH GUMILEV AND OSIP MANDELSHTAM,TORIVAL THE SYMBOLISTS OF THE TIME.HER FIRST BOOK OF POTERY,VECHER/EVENING IN 1912.ALTHOUGH SHE COULD NOT BE PUBLISHED IN A MAJOR PART OF HER LIFE,HER POEMS IN 2 VOLUMES PUBLISHED IN MOSCOW1986.COMPLETE POEMS OF ANNA AKHMATOVA,ALSO IN 2 VOLUMES,PUBLISHED IN 1990.
AHMATOVA,THE TRANSLATOR,PUBLISHED WORKS OF HUGO,TAGORE,LEOPARDI,ARMENIAN AND KOREAN POETS.SHE ALSO WROTE ON MANDELSHTAM,ALEXANDER BLOK AND AMADEO MODIGLIANI,WHO ,LEFT DRAWINGS ON HER.
,NO,UNDER NO ALIEN SKY,UNDER THE SHELTER OF NO ALIEN WINGS
I WAS THEN TOGETHER WITH MY PEOPLE,WHERE MY PEOPLE
FOUND ITSELF TO ITS MISFORTUNE
Before this grief the mountain stoop
no more the majestic river flows.
But prison bars are doubly strong
and hide behind them "convict burrows"
and the tedium of deadly days.
For some a fresh wind blows
for some a sunset dallies and delays-
but we don't know,we're everywhere the same
hearing only the hateful clank of keys
and the soldiers' heavy tread...
from REQUIEM
Along poem,1939-57
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*marina tsveteva's sculpture*
MARINA TSVETAEVA,also TSVETAYEVA
b.26 Sep 1892,Moscow
d. 31Aug 1941,Yelabuga
Tsvetaeva's rythmic ,direct and original poems are very distinctive and one of the finest in Russian Poetry.
Here is a part of her INSOMNIA:
BLACK AS THE CENTER OF AN EYE,THE CENTER,A BLACKNESS
THAT SUCKS AT LIGHT.I LOVE YOUR VIGILANCE

NIGHT ,FIRST MOTHER OF SONGS,GIVE ME THE VOICE TO SING OF YOU
IN THOSE FINGERS LIES THE BRIDDLE OF THE FOUR WINDS

CRYING OUT,OFFERING WORDS OF HOMAGE TO YOU,i AM
ONLY A SHELL WHERE THE OCEAN IS STILL SOUNDING

BUT I HAVE LOOKED TOO LONG INTO HUMAN EYES.
REDUCE ME NOW TO ASHES-NIGHT,LIKE A BLACK SUN.

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