Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

(1891 - 1938 / Warsaw)

That Evening The Forest Of Organ Pipes Did Not Play - Poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

That evening the forest of organ pipes did not play.
A native cradle sang Schubert for us,
The mill was grinding, the music's blue-eyed drunkenness
Laughed in the songs of the hurricane.

The brown-green world of the old song,
But only eternally young where the Erl-king
Shakes the rumbling crowns of nightingaled
Linden trees in savage rage.

The awesome force of night's return,
That wild song, like black wine:
It is a double, a hollow ghost
Peering senselessly through the cold window!


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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