Анне Ахматовой

О Муза плача, прекраснейшая из муз!
О ты, шальное исчадие ночи белой! 
Ты чёрную насылаешь метель на Русь, 
И вопли твои вонзаются в нас, как стрелы.

И мы шарахаемся, и глухое: ох! 
Стотысячное -- тебе присягает. Анна 
Ахматова! Это имя -- огромный вздох,
И в глубь он падает, которая безымянна. 

Мы коронованы тем, что одну с тобой
Мы землю топчем, что небо над нами-то же! 
И тот, кто ранен смертельной твоей судьбой, 
Уже бессмертным на смертное сходит ложе. 

В певучем граде моём купола горят, 
и Спаса светлого славит слепец бродячий . . . 
И я дарю свой колокольный град, 
- Ахматова! - И сердце свое в придачу.

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Authorship

• by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva (1892 - 1941), written 1916, from Akhmatovoj, no. 1 [ author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

• by Dmitri Dmitriyevich Shostakovich (1906 - 1975), "Анне Ахматовой", op. 143a no. 6, from Шесть стихотворении Марини Цветаевой = Shest' stikhotvorenii Marini Cvetajevoj, no. 6. [
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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

• ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , title 1: "Ad Anna Achmatova", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "Anna Akhmatova", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Ad Anna Achmatova

O musa delle lacrime, fra tutte la più bella!
Tu, spirito vagante della notte bianca !
Tu sulla Russia scateni una nera tormenta,
i cui urli  come dardi ci trapassano.

E noi scossi indietreggiamo, e con un sordo "Oh!"
per  cento e mille volte, ti facciamo giuramento:
Anna Achmatova!  Risuona il nome come un grande sospiro
che  cade in abissi senza nome.

E' per noi un privilegio posare il piede
Sulla tua stessa terra, sotto il tuo stesso cielo!
E chi è stato colpito dal tuo destino mortale,
già immortale si avvia nel suo letto di morte.

Nella mia città che canta fiammeggiano  le cupole,
e il vagabondo cieco  loda il Salvatore...
Io ti regalo la mia città di campane,
Achmatova! E anche ti dono il mio cuore.

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• a text in Russian (Русский) by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva (1892 - 1941), written 1916, from Akhmatovoj, no. 1 FRE
• This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Dmitri Dmitriyevich Shostakovich. Go to the text.

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