Poetic Openings : Anna Akhmatova to William Allingham
Poet : Anna Akhmatova : Poem : Under Her Dark Veil : First Line : Under her dark veil she wrung her hands.Poet : Anna Akhmatova : Poem : White Night : First Line : There will be thunder then. Remember me.
Poet : Anna Akhmatova : Poem : Why Is This Age Worse...? : First Line : Why is this age worse than earlier ages?
Poet : Anna Akhmatova : Poem : Willow : First Line : And I grew up in patterned tranquillity,
Poet : Anna Akhmatova : Poem : You Thought I Was That Type : First Line : You thought I was that type: