Anna Akhmatova Quotes (Author of The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova)


Poem 6, June 6 

I get up  

It is not dawn
by four hours.
A poem has begun
its labor pains.              

False labor pains,            
a poem in a web spun            
with thin words, their powers            
addictive as a yawn;              

captive nonetheless            
am I, insomnia keeping            
me in the middle            
of it the way love              

has done before, only love            
with the high-voice of a fiddle            
can do once more, & then creeping              

out of mind            
out of write.