Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Warsaw
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The Stalin Epigram

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Our lives no longer feel ground under them.
At ten paces you can't hear our words.

But whenever there's a snatch of talk
it turns to the Kremlin mountaineer,

the ten thick worms his fingers,
his words like measures of weight,

the huge laughing cockroaches on his top lip,
the glitter of his boot-rims.
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Thursday, January 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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Ray Burleigh 10 September 2020
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Ray Burleigh 10 September 2020
Trying to describe evil and the people around evil, worms and cockroaches. Thank you for standing up sir. Thank you for feeling sick in public. The emperor not only had no clothes, his very skin had rotted in his youth.
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Svetlana Robson 26 November 2017
Very bad translation
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