Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

(1891 - 1938 / Warsaw)

Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Poems

1. Rome 8/20/2014
2. Take From My Palms 7/22/2015
3. The Stalin Epigram 1/29/2015
4. Stretching Taut The Silken Threads 4/7/2010
5. The Falling Is The Constant Mate Of Fear 4/7/2010
6. To Cure Wounds Is So Rigid 4/7/2010
7. O Heavens, Heavens, See You In My Dreams 4/7/2010
8. On A Sleigh, Padded With Straw 4/7/2010
9. No, Not The Moon, But Simple Dial-Plate 4/7/2010
10. Not Believing In The Resurrection 4/7/2010
11. Still I Have Not Died, And Still Am Not Alone 4/7/2010
12. The Greeks Planned For War 4/7/2010
13. The Thick Golden Stream Of Honey Took So Long 4/7/2010
14. Nature's The Same As Rome, Was Reflected In It 4/7/2010
15. The Chalice Was Suspended In The Air 4/7/2010
16. To M.L. Lozinsky 4/7/2010
17. O This Air, Intoxicated With Sedition 4/7/2010
18. Straw 4/7/2010
19. That Evening The Forest Of Organ Pipes Did Not Play 4/7/2010
20. The Menagerie 4/7/2010
21. Meganom 4/7/2010
22. The Decembrist 4/7/2010
23. How Hard For Me, The Splendor Of This Crown And Robe 4/7/2010
24. Beneath A Veil Of Milky White 4/7/2010
25. I Am Cold. Transparent Spring Dresses 4/7/2010
26. If I Am To Know How To Restrain Your Hands 4/7/2010
27. In A Crystal Whirlpool, Such Steepness! 4/7/2010
28. Go Back To The Tainted Lap, Leah 4/7/2010
29. I'Ve Lost A Delicate Cameo 4/7/2010
30. I Could Not Among The Misty Clouds 4/7/2010
31. Twilight Of Freedom 4/7/2010
32. Let Us Go Where There Are Varied Crafts 4/7/2010
33. Sisters 1/1/2004
34. I Often Shiver With Cold 4/7/2010
35. I Dream Of Hunchbacked Tiflis 4/7/2010
36. A Young Levite Among Priests 4/7/2010
37. Why Do The Clock-Hopperssing 4/7/2010
38. Venetian Life 4/7/2010
39. Tortoise 4/7/2010
40. As Psyche-Life Goes Down To The Shades 4/7/2010

Comments about Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

  • Jeffrey Grinnell (5/14/2019 12:07:00 PM)

    You do the foreign poets, translators and readers a grave disservice by not stating who has translated the poems.

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Best Poem of Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

Insomnia. Homer. Taut Canvas.

Insomnia. Homer. Taut canvas.
Half the catalogue of ships is mine:
that flight of cranes, long stretched-out line,
that once rose, out of Hellas.

To an alien land, like a phalanx of cranes –
Foam of the gods on the heads of kings –
Where do you sail? What would the things
of Troy, be to you, Achaeans, without Helen?

The sea, or Homer – all moves by love’s glow.
Which should I hear? Now ...

Read the full of Insomnia. Homer. Taut Canvas.


This is what I most want
unpursued, alone
to reach beyond the light
that I am furthest from.

And for you to shine there-
no other happiness-
and learn, from starlight,
what its fire might suggest.