Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

(1891 - 1938 / Warsaw)

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  • 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

This

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.

A star burns as a star,
light becomes light,
because our murmuring
strengthens us, and warms the night.

And I want to say to you
my little one, whispering,
I can only lift you towards the light
by means of this babbling.

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A Flame Is In My Blood

A flame is in my blood
burning dry life, to the bone.
I do not sing of stone,
now, I sing of wood.

It is light and coarse:
made of a single spar,
the oak’s deep heart,
and the fisherman’s oar.