If I am to know how to restrain your hands (Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Poems)
If I am to know how to restrain your hands,If I am to betray the tender, salty lips,I must wait ...
If I am to know how to restrain your hands,If I am to betray the tender, salty lips,I must wait ...
If I am to know how to restrain your hands,If I am to betray the tender, salty lips,I must wait ...
Hoverthe imagined center, our tonguesgrew long to please it, lickingthe walls, a chamber built of scent,a moment followed by a ...
KULLERWOINEN SON OF EVIL.In the ancient times a motherHatched and raised some swans and chickens,Placed the chickens in the brushwood,Placed ...
Here is the height of land:The watershed on either handGoes down to Hudson BayOr Lake Superior;The stars are up, and ...
Stump-littered hillocks, desolate and bare,Can anyone believe you once were fair?Where are your former charms? Where did they go?Where is ...
Did I ever tell you, my dears, the wayThat the birds of Cisseter--"Cisseter!" eh?Well "Ciren-cester"--one OUGHT to say,From "Castra," or ...
In the streets of Constance was heard the shout, ``Masters! bring the arch—heretic out!'' The stake had been planted, the ...
My heart awakened to life in your valleys, Your waves played around me. And all of the fair ...
Never a swallow wets his wingIn Lavender Pond from Spring to Spring;Never a lily, pure and chill,Holds her cup for ...
I DWELL in the wood that is dark and kind But afar off tolls the main,Afar, far off I hear ...
AND what a charm is in the rich hot scent Of old fir forests heated by the sun, Where drops ...
A butterfly stranded in amber - in petrified resin -Has remained intact, its wings still seeming to whirr.It looks like ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
A new bloom frilly and pink between the rich and green grafted and grown by your hands warmed in the ...
Hover the imagined center, our tongues grew long to please it, licking the walls, a chamber built of scent, a ...
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the ...
Like a reminder of this life of trams, sun, sparrows, and the flighty uncontrolledness of streams leaping like thermometers, and ...
I Half of the fellow father as he doubles His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk, Half of the fellow ...
Here is the height of land: The watershed on either hand Goes down to Hudson Bay Or Lake Superior; The ...
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