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1. PDF Complete Poetry of Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Russian literature in translation by Osip EBook

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2. Download Complete poetry of Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Russian literature in translation EBook

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3. Осип Мандельштам Дано Мне Тело

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Осип Мандельштам Дано Мне Тело

Осип Мандельштам Дано мнe тeло Стих читает Михаил Лангерман. Дано мнe тeло - что мнe дeлать с ним, Таким единым и таким моим? За радость тихую дышать и жить Кого, скажите, мнe благодарить? Я и садовник, я же и цвeток, В темницe мира я не одинок. На стёкла вeчности уже легло Мое дыхание, мое тепло. Запечатлeется на нём узор, Неузнаваемый с недавних пор. Пускай мгновения стекает муть - Узора милаго не зачеркнуть. Полный список аудио записей стихов на сайте https://sites.google.com/site/russkayapoezia/ Блог: http://echo-oo.blogspot.com/2014/03/mandelstam-osip-dano-mne-telo.html


4. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Every church sings its own soft part

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Every church sings its own soft part

Every church sings its own soft part In the polyphony of a girl's choir, And in the stone arches of the Assumption I make out high, arched brows. From the ramparts, fortified by archangels, I surveyed the city from a marvelous height. Within the walls of the Acropolis, I was consumed With sorrow for the Russian name, for Russian beauty. Isn't it just marvelous, we dream Of an orchard, soaring pigeons in the hot blue sky, A nun is singing the litany: Tender Assumption: Florence in Moscow. The five-domed cathedrals of Moscow, With their Italian and Russian soul Bring to mind the Aurora, but with a Russian name, and in a fur coat. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-church-sings-its-own-soft-part/


5. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - O this air, intoxicated with sedition

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - O this air, intoxicated with sedition

O this air, intoxicated with sedition, On the black square of the Kremlin. The agitators rock the teetering world . It smells of restless poplars. The waxen facades of the cathedrals, The thick forest of bells, As if a tongueless bandit Had vanished in the stony rafters. But in the sealed cathedrals, Where it is cool and dark, Like in delicate clay amphoras, The Russian wine sparkles. The whole Assumption, wonderfully rotund, The marvel of the arches of Paradise. And the Annunciation, in green, Suddenly seems to start to crow. The Archangel and Resurrection Show through like a palm, Everywhere the secret burning, -- In the wine jugs a hidden flame. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-this-air-intoxicated-with-sedition/


6. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - The Greeks planned for war

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - The Greeks planned for war

The Greeks planned for war On the delightful island of Salamis. From the harbor of Athens, you could see it Seized by the enemy's hand. And now our friends the islanders Are fitting out our ships. Earlier the English didn't love The sweet European soil. O, Europe, new Hellas, Save the Acropolis and Pireus. We do not need the island's gifts, A forest of uninvited ships. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-greeks-planned-for-war/


7. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Go back to the tainted lap, Leah

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Go back to the tainted lap, Leah

Go back to the tainted lap, Leah, Whence you came, Because to the sun of Ilion You preferred yellow twilight. Go, no one will touch you, Let the incestuous daughter Drop her head on her father's breast In the dead of night. But the fatal change Must be fulfilled in you; You shall be Leah -- not Helen -- Thus not betrothed, For it is harder for a king's blood To flow in the veins than another's -- No, you will love a Jew, You will vanish in him, and God help you. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/go-back-to-the-tainted-lap-leah/


8. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Nature's the same as Rome, was reflected in it

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Nature's the same as Rome, was reflected in it

Nature's the same as Rome, was reflected in it. We see images of its civic might In the clear air, as in the sky-blue circus, In the forum of fields, the colonnade of the grove. Nature is the same as Rome, again it seems We have no reason to trouble the gods. We've got the viscera of the sacrifices To tell the fortunes of war, and slaves To keep the silence, and stones with which to build. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-s-the-same-as-rome-was-reflected-in-it/


9. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Just for joy, take from my palms

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Just for joy, take from my palms

Just for joy, take from my palms A little sun, a little honey, As Persephone's bees commanded. An unfastened boat cannot be untied. A shade shod in fur cannot be heard. In the dense forest of life fear cannot be overcome. Only kisses are left for us. Furry, like small bees That die when they leave the hive. They rustle in transparent thickets of night, Their home is the dense Taiga woods; Their food -- time, honeysuckle, mint. So take and enjoy my passionate gift, A dry, unsightly necklace Of dead bees, who changed honey into sun. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-for-joy-take-from-my-palms/


10. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - I am cold. Transparent Spring dresses

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - I am cold. Transparent Spring dresses

I I am cold. Transparent Spring dresses Petropolis in verdant down. But like a medusa, the Neva's wave Stirs up in me a slight aversion. Along the northern bank, The headlights speed away. Steel dragonflies and beetles are flying, Golden pinpoints of starlight glimmer, But not one of those stars will kill The heavy emerald of the water's wave. II We shall die in transparent Petropolis Where Persephone reigns over us. We drink with every breath the deathly air And every hour is our last. Terrible Athena, goddess of the sea, Remove your mighty helmet of stone. In transparent Petropolis we shall die, Where Proserpine rules, not you. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-cold-transparent-spring-dresses/


11. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - As Psyche-Life goes down to the shades

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - As Psyche-Life goes down to the shades

As Psyche-Life goes down to the shades In a translucent forest in Persephone's tracks, A blind swallow falls at her feet With Stygian tenderness and a green branch. The shades flock to meet the fugitive, Welcome their new visitor with laments, Wring their feeble hands before her Bewildered and in timid hope. One holds a mirror, another a phial of perfume -- The soul is a woman, fond of trifles And the leafless forest is sprinkled with fine rain of Laments, dry transparent voices. And in the gentle confusion, not knowing what to begin, The soul does not recognize the spectral wood, Breathes on the mirror, and hesitates to give The copper coin from the misty crossing. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-psyche-life-goes-down-to-the-shades/


12. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - I've lost a delicate cameo

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - I've lost a delicate cameo

'I've lost a delicate cameo, Somewhere on the Neva's shore. I pity the charming Roman girl,' You said to me, almost in tears. But why, fair Georgian beauty, Stir up the dust on a sacred tomb? Another downy snowflake Melted on her eyelid's fan. You bowed your gentle neck. Alas, no cameo, no Roman girl. I pity the tawny Tinotine -- virgin Rome on the Neva's shore. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ve-lost-a-delicate-cameo/


13. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Rome

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Rome

Rome is but nature's twin, which has reflected Rome. We see its civic might, the signs of its decorum In the transparent air, the firmament's blue dome, The colonnades of groves and in the meadow's forum. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rome-14/


14. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Stretching taut the silken threads

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Stretching taut the silken threads

Stretching taut the silken threads On a mother-of-pearl shuttle, O, lithe fingers, begin Your fascinating lesson. Ebb and flow of your hands, Monotonous movements, No doubt you are conjuring Some kind of solar fright. When your broad palm, Like a shell, flaming, First dies down, drawn to the shadows, Then sinks at last in a rosy light. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stretching-taut-the-silken-threads/


15. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Straw

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Straw

I When you are trying to sleep, Solominka, In your enormous bedroom, and are waiting, Sleepless, for the high and weighty ceiling to come down With quiet, heavy sorrow on your keen eyelids, Sonorous Solomka, or seasoned Solominka, You've drunk down all death, grown tender and Been broken, my dear Solomka, no more alive -- Not Salome, no, it is Solominka. In hours of insomnia, objects are heavier As if fewer of them -- such a stillness -- The cushions glitter in the mirror, whitening a bit, And the bed is reflected in the round pool. No, it is not Solomka in her solemn satin In a huge room above the black Neva. For twelve months they sing of the final hour, And the pale blue ice waves in the air. Solemn December sends out its breath As if the great Neva were in the room. No, not Solominka, Ligeia, dying -- I have learned you, glorious words. II I have learned you, blessed words: -- Lenore, Solominka, Ligeia, Seraphita -- In the enormous room, the great Neva, And from the granite, the blue blood flows. Solemn December shines above the Neva. For twelve months they sing of the final hour. No, not Solominka in her satin Savoring a slow, oppressive rest. In my blood lives December's Ligeia, Whose blissful love sleeps in a sarcophagus, And which, solominka, perhaps Salome, Was killed by pity, and shall never return. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/straw-2/


16. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Twilight Of Freedom

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - Twilight Of Freedom

1 Let us glorify, brothers, the twilight of freedom -- The great twilight year. A weighty forest of nets is lowered Into the bubbling waters of night. You are rising into desolate years, O sun, judge, people. 2 Let us glorify the fateful burden, Which the nation's chief takes up in tears. Let us glorify the twilight burden of power, Its unbearable weight. Whoever has the heart should hear, time, How your ship is sinking. 3 We tied the swallows into battle legions And so, the sun's obscured; all of nature Warbles, whirls, lives; The dense twilight through the nets The sun's obscured, and the land sets sail. 4 But still, let us try: an enormous, awkward, Screeching turn of the wheel. The land is sailing. Take courage, men! Dividing the ocean, like a plow, We will recall even in Lethe's frost, That our land cost ten heavens. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-of-freedom/


17. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - I had not tried the wine that ancients made

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - I had not tried the wine that ancients made

I had not tried the wine that ancients made, And had not heard of Ossian’s old tune; So why, on earth, I seem to see the glade, And, in the skies -- the bloody Scottish moon? And the call-over of a raven with a harp I faintly hear in that silence, full of fright, And, spread by winds, the winter woolen scarves Of knights are flashing in the red moonlight! I had received the blessing to inherit Another singer’s ever rambling dreams; For kin’s and neighbor’s spiritual merits To have despise we’re absolutely free. And not a lone treasure, I suppose, Will pass grandchildren and to others fling, Again a scald will ancient songs compose, And, as his own, will again them sing. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-had-not-tried-the-wine-that-ancients-made/


18. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - In a crystal whirlpool, such steepness!

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - In a crystal whirlpool, such steepness!

1 In a crystal whirlpool, such steepness! Behind us the sienna mountains stand out, Jagged cathedrals of raving mad cliffs Are suspended in the air, Where there is wool and silence. 2 From the hanging staircase of prophets and kings, Descends an organ, the fortress of the Holy Ghost, The brave barking and gentle ferocity of sheepdogs, The sheepskins of shepherds, and the staffs of judges. 3 Here is motionless ground, and along with it I drink the cold mountain air of Christianity, The abrupt Credo and the psalmist's pause, The keys and tatters of apostolic churches. 4 What sort of line could deliver Crystal high notes in the fortified ether, And from the Christian mountains in the astounded space, Grace descends, like a song of Palestine. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-crystal-whirlpool-such-steepness/


19. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - To read only children's books

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - To read only children's books

To read only children's books, To have only childish thoughts, To throw everything grown-up away, To rise from deep sadness. I am deathly tired of life, I will accept nothing from it. But I love my poor land, For I have seen no other. I rocked in a distant garden On a plain wooden swing, Tall dark fir trees I recall in a hazy fever. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-read-only-children-s-books/


20. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - I am sorry it is winter now

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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam - I am sorry it is winter now

I am sorry it is winter now, And you can't hear mosquitoes in the house, But you reminded yourself Of the frivolous straw. The dragonflies hover in the blue sky, And fashion twirls like a swallow; A basket on the head, Or a bombastic ode? I don't presume to give advice And useless excuses, But the taste of whipped cream And the smell of oranges is forever. You define everything without thinking, And things are the worse for it. What can you do? The most sensitive mind Is put wholly on the surface. You try to beat the yolk With an angry spoon. It grew white, it succumbed. Yet just a little more. In you everything teases, everything sings Like an Italian roulade, And a small cherry mouth Demands some dry grapes. Don't try so hard to be smart, In you everything is whimsy, fleeting, And in the shadow from your cap, A Venetian bautta. Osip Emilevich Mandelstam http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-sorry-it-is-winter-now/