Tristia (Osip Mandelstam Poems)
I have studied the Science of departures, in night's sorrows, when a woman's hair falls down. The oxen chew, there's ...
I have studied the Science of departures, in night's sorrows, when a woman's hair falls down. The oxen chew, there's ...
Rome is but nature's twin, which has reflected Rome. We see its civic might, the signs of its decorum In ...
Sisters - Heaviness and Tenderness- you look the same. Wasps and bees both suck the heavy rose. Man dies, and ...
My age, my beast, is there anyone Who can peer into your eyes And with his own blood fuse Two ...
A flame is in my blood burning dry life, to the bone. I do not sing of stone, now, I ...
This is what I most want unpursued, alone to reach beyond the light that I am furthest from. And for ...
What shall I do with this body they gave me, so much my own, so intimate with me? For being ...
This night is irredeemable. Where you are, it is still bright. At the gates of Jerusalem, a black sun is ...
I don't remember the word I wished to say. The blind swallow returns to the hall of shadow, on shorn ...
Brothers, let us glorify freedom's twilight - the great, darkening year. Into the seething waters of the night heavy forests ...
She has not yet been born: she is music and word, and therefore the untorn, fabric of what is stirred. ...
From a fearful height, a wandering light, but does a star glitter like this, crying? Transparent star, wandering light your ...
Insomnia. Homer. Taut canvas. Half the catalogue of ships is mine: that flight of cranes, long stretched-out line, that once ...
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