I am cold. Transparent Spring dresses (Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Poems)
II am cold. Transparent Spring dressesPetropolis in verdant down.But like a medusa, the Neva's waveStirs up in me a slight ...
II am cold. Transparent Spring dressesPetropolis in verdant down.But like a medusa, the Neva's waveStirs up in me a slight ...
II am cold. Transparent Spring dressesPetropolis in verdant down.But like a medusa, the Neva's waveStirs up in me a slight ...
1Dear ghosts, dear presences, O my dear parents,Why were you so sad on porches, whispering?What great melancholies were loosed among ...
They stood, almost blocking the pavement,As though at a window display;The stretcher was pushed in position,The ambulance started away.Past porches ...
Me morir? en Paris con aguacero ... I will die in Miami in the sun, On a day when the ...
The Man Closing Up," from Night Light" (1967), would make his bed,If he could sleep on it.He would make his ...
One shadow glides from the dumb shore,And one from every silent sail.One cloud the averted heavens wear,A soft mask, thin ...
CROSSING KANSAS BY TRAIN The telephone poles Have been holding their Arms out A long time now To birds That ...
1 Dear ghosts, dear presences, O my dear parents, Why were you so sad on porches, whispering? What great melancholies ...
A fall sky in slumber warming fan brush strokes, horsehair bristles, pushed across the fall tableau Deep burgundies and dark ...
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
There were strange gatherings. A vote would come that would be no vote. There would come a rope. Yes. There ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
The headlights raced; the moon, death-faced, Stared down on that golden river. I saw through the smoke the scarlet cloak ...
Still, I would leap too Into the light, If I had the chance. It is everything, the wet green stalk ...
I'm waiting for my friend. The gate's unlocked. The banisters are lit so he can walk. I'm waiting for my ...
In the naked bed, in Plato's cave, Reflected headlights slowly slid the wall, Carpenters hammered under the shaded window, Wind ...
I thought I would go daft when Joey died. He was my first, and wise beyond his years. For nigh ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases, At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring, Whose palms are bulls ...
(1) Caressing my tender breasts, his left hand's on the steering wheel, and his right hand is firmly tucked away ...
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