“As Psyche-Life goes down to the shades” (Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Poems)
As Psyche-Life goes down to the shadesIn a translucent forest in Persephone's tracks,A blind swallow falls at her feetWith Stygian ...
As Psyche-Life goes down to the shadesIn a translucent forest in Persephone's tracks,A blind swallow falls at her feetWith Stygian ...
She's morning's residence. She's as clear as she isinvisible, as tranquil as forgotten lands.Her hair is golden, her smooth windows ...
The sound of bank and water is all I hear,The sad resignation of a weeping springOr a rock that hourly ...
A flower, when it is November. Seems sheepish in the bloom. A shadow was cast on the ground As austerely as dice. Pilgrims on ...
The poet hath a realm within, and throne,And in his own soul singeth his lament.A comer often in the world ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright,Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice—Moons wane, and ...
THE dawn hangs heavy on the distant hill,The darkness shudders slowly into light;And from the weary bosom of the nightThe ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
THEY haunt me, they tease me with hinted Withheld revelations, The songs that I may not utter; They lead me, ...
Blue, blue is the grass about the riverAnd the willows have overfilled the close garden.And within, the mistress, in the ...
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night, between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart and ...
Himself it was who wrote His rank, and quartered his own coat. There is no king nor sovereign state That ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said That syllable ...
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The maddest noise that grows, -- The birds, they make it in the spring, ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright, Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice-- Moons ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
Sometimes she walks through the village in her little red dress all absorbed in restraining herself, and yet, despite herself, ...
Ah in the thunder air how still the trees are! And the lime-tree, lovely and tall, every leaf silent hardly ...
from an officer's diary during the last war I The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids. "Stephan! Stephan!" The ...
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