A young Levite among priests (Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Poems)
A young Levite among priests,He remained long on morning watch.Jewish night grew thick around him,The ruined temple was solemnly being ...
A young Levite among priests,He remained long on morning watch.Jewish night grew thick around him,The ruined temple was solemnly being ...
A young Levite among priests,He remained long on morning watch.Jewish night grew thick around him,The ruined temple was solemnly being ...
Spires of Grace Church,For you the workers of the worldTravailed with the mountains…Aborting their own dreamsTill the dream of you ...
An ode after Easter.Cast wide the folding doorways of the East,For now is light increased!And the wind-besomed chambers of the ...
Come mourn with me for the land of Gosh, Oh, weep with me for the luckless GlugsOf the land of ...
What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? ...
You happened to me. I was happened to like an abandoned building by a bull- dozer, like the van that ...
Waiting, with wonder how they must have been even in the struggles the journey they were on going to the ...
Living as a child of God washed clean, baptized anointed by the Spirit appointed, by the voice, the hand of ...
The face of the babe, our savior swaddled in blue, wrapped in the blue of the Madonna his face, pure, ...
In my trade, you never are to ask these kinds of questions, questions where you don't know the answer, those ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the ...
Good for visiting hospitals or charitable work. Take some time to attend to your health. Surely I will be disquieted ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
You bring me good news from the clinic, Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white Mummy-cloths, smiling: I'm ...
White, pristine, unblemished They say it is not a color I love white mists, clouds Lingering on blue mountains. White, ...
Decked in blooms, Swaddled in gold filigreed shrouds, Smeared with perfumes, She traveled into the clouds. A life of love ...
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? ...
The sky is crumbling into millions of paper dots the wind blows in my face so I duck into my ...
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