Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

(1891 - 1938 / Warsaw)

Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Poems

1. A Flame Is In My Blood 1/1/2004
2. A Phantom Scene Barely Glimmers 4/7/2010
3. A Young Levite Among Priests 4/7/2010
4. As Psyche-Life Goes Down To The Shades 4/7/2010
5. Beneath A Veil Of Milky White 4/7/2010
6. Brothers, Let Us Glorify Freedom’s Twilight 1/1/2004
7. Every Church Sings Its Own Soft Part 4/7/2010
8. Go Back To The Tainted Lap, Leah 4/7/2010
9. How Hard For Me, The Splendor Of This Crown And Robe 4/7/2010
10. I Am Cold. Transparent Spring Dresses 4/7/2010
11. I Am Sorry It Is Winter Now 4/7/2010
12. I Can’t Sleep 4/7/2010
13. I Could Not Among The Misty Clouds 4/7/2010
14. I Don’t Remember The Word I Wished To Say 1/1/2004
15. I Dream Of Hunchbacked Tiflis 4/7/2010
16. I Had Not Tried The Wine That Ancients Made 4/7/2010
17. I Often Shiver With Cold 4/7/2010
18. I Want To Serve You 4/7/2010
19. If I Am To Know How To Restrain Your Hands 4/7/2010
20. In A Crystal Whirlpool, Such Steepness! 4/7/2010
21. In Petersburg We'Ll Meet Again 4/7/2010
22. Insomnia. Homer. Taut Canvas. 1/1/2004
23. I'Ve Lost A Delicate Cameo 4/7/2010
24. Just For Joy, Take From My Palms 4/7/2010
25. Let Us Go Where There Are Varied Crafts 4/7/2010
26. Meganom 4/7/2010
27. Nature's The Same As Rome, Was Reflected In It 4/7/2010
28. No, Not The Moon, But Simple Dial-Plate 4/7/2010
29. Not Believing In The Resurrection 4/7/2010
30. O Heavens, Heavens, See You In My Dreams 4/7/2010
31. O This Air, Intoxicated With Sedition 4/7/2010
32. On A Sleigh, Padded With Straw 4/7/2010
33. Petropolis 1/1/2004
34. Rome 8/20/2014
35. Silentium 1/1/2004
36. Sisters 1/1/2004
37. Still I Have Not Died, And Still Am Not Alone 4/7/2010
38. Straw 4/7/2010
39. Stretching Taut The Silken Threads 4/7/2010
40. Take From My Palms 7/22/2015

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What Shall I Do With This Body They Gave Me

What shall I do with this body they gave me,
so much my own, so intimate with me?

For being alive, for the joy of calm breath,
tell me, who should I bless?

I am the flower, and the gardener as well,
and am not solitary, in earth’s cell.

My living warmth, exhaled, you can see,
on the clear glass of eternity.

A pattern set down,
until now, unknown.

Breath ...

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The Age

My beast, my age, who will try
to look you in the eye,
and weld the vertebrae
of century to century,
with blood? Creating blood
pours out of mortal things:
only the parasitic shudder,
when the new world sings.

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