Classic and Contemporary Poets

OSIP EMILYEVICH MANDELSTAM

Poems found: 364

THE STALIN EPIGRAM

ACCEPT TO YOUR JOY FROM MY PALMS EXTENDED

I SEE NOTHING AT ALL AND MY EARS MIGHT BE WADDED...COTTON

I, EQUALLY WITH OTHERS

BEARDED ENGRAVER WAS ALREADY STANDING IN THE CROWD, ...

BODY HAS BEEN GIVEN ME

CERTAIN ALEXANDER HERZOVICH

COLD SPRING IN STARVING OLD CRIMEA

FEW RANDOM PHRASES KEEP HAUNTING ME

TRAIN OF SLEDGES

AFTER HAVING DIPPED ONE'S LITTLE FINGER

AFTER MIDNIGHT THE HEART STEALS

AGAIN THE DISCORDANCES OF WAR

ALEXANDER HERZOWITZ

ALONG WITH ALL THE OTHERS

AMONG THE PRIESTS AND ELDERS, THE YOUNG LEVITE

ORPHANED NIGHTINGALE SINGS

AS WATER FLOWS FROM

AT A TERRIFYING HEIGHT, A WANDERING FIRE

BECAUSE I DIDN'T DARE HOLD OFF YOUR EMBRACES

BECAUSE I LET GO YOUR HANDS

BITTER BREAD, AND BLAZING ARID AIR

BURIED IN THE LION'S DEN

DON'T MAKE COMPARISONS

DON'T TELL ANYONE

DON'T TEMPT YOURSELF WITH FOREIGN LANGUAGES - TRY TO ...

EYES SHARPER THAN A BONED SCYTHE

EYESIGHT OF WASPS

FEMININE SILVER BURNS

FOR MARIA PETROVYKH

FOR THE RESOUNDING VALOR OF MILLENIA TO COME

GUESS WHY YOU'VE GIVEN

HAVING DEPRIVED ME

HEAVINESS AND TENDERNESS, YOU'RE SISTERS WITH THE SAME DEVICE

HELP ME, O LORD, TO LIVE THROUGH THIS NIGHT

HOW I LOVE THIS PEOPLE LIVING TAUT UNDER STRAIN

I AM AT THE HEART OF THE AGE

I CAN'T HIDE FROM THE CHAOS

I DRINK TO MILITARY ASTERS, TO ALL THAT I'M CENSURED ABOUT

I DRINK TO THE MILITARY ASTERS, TO ALL THAT THEY BLAMED ...

I LOVE THE FROSTY BREATH

I MUST READ ONLY CHILDREN'S BOOKS

I PRESENT THE GREEN PROMISE

I SHALL PERFORM A SMOKY CEREMONY

I WAS A CHILD IN THE WORLD OF THE POWERFUL

I WAS WASHING OUTSIDE IN THE DARKNESS

I WASHED IN THE COURTYARD AT NIGHT

I WILL WHISPER THIS

I'LL SAY IT IN DRAFT IN A WHISPER

I'LL TELL YOU BLUNTLY

I'LL TELL YOU BLUNTLY

I'LL WONDER AT THE WORLD

I'M IN A LION'S TRECH, PLUNGED IN A FORT

I'VE MANY YEARS TO LIVE BEFORE I'M A PATRIARCH

IF OUR ANTAGONISTS TAKE ME

IF OUR ENEMIES CAPTURED ME

IN A SLEDGE PACKED DEEP IN STRAW WE LURCHED

IN MY PERCEPTION WINTER

IN PETERSBURG WE'LL MEET AGAIN

IN STRANGERS' HOMES

IN THE POLYPHONY OF YOUNG GIRLS' CHOIRS

IN THIS COOL TRANSPARENT SPRING

INSOMNIA. HOMER. TAUTLY SWELLING SAILS

INTO THE FACE OF THE FROST

IT IS MIDNIGHT IN MOSCOW. THE BUDDHIST SUMMER IS LUXURIOUS

IT IS NIGHT OUTSIDE

IT'S COLD IN EUROPE, AND DARK IN ITALY

KEEP MY WORDS FOREVER, BECAUSE OF THEIR AFTERTASTE OF ...

LET IT BE BLESSED

LET THE NAMES OF FLOURISHING CITIES

LET'S SIT IN THE KITCHEN TOGETHER

LIGHT VAPOR WAS MELTING AWAY IN THE FROSTY AIR

LIGHTHEARTEDLY TAKE FROM THE PALMS OF MY HANDS

LIKE A RINGED HAWK

LIKE A YOUNG LEVITE AMONG THE PRIESTS

LIKE GRUMBLING ROMAN PLEBS

LIKE SUMMER LIGHTNING A LIFE FELL AWAY

LOST IN THE SKY

MANDELSTAM STREET

MAYBE THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF MADNESS

MOUNDS OF HUMAN HEADS ARE WANDERING INTO THE DISTANCE

MY DAYS HAVE RACED PAST LIKE THE SLOPING

MY EYELASHES STING AND A TEAR HAS WELLED UP IN MY HEART

MY SILENT DREAM, MY EVERY MINUTE'S DREAM

NO, IT'S NOT A MIGRAINE

NOT YET DEAD, NOT YET ALONE

O HOW MUCH I WOULD LIKE

O LORD, HELP ME TO LIVE THROUGH THIS NIGHT

O, HOW WE LOVE TO PLAY THE HYPOCRITE

O, TAKE THIS GIFT FOR JOY'S SAKE FROM MY PALMS

OH, THIS SLOW ASTHMATIC VASTNESS

ON EVERY STILL SUBURBAN STREET

ON POLICE STATION WATERMARKED PAPER

ON STATIONS AND PIERS

ON STONY PIERIAN SPURS

ON WATERMARKED POLICE STATIONERY

OUR SACRED YOUTH

PERHAPS THIS IS THE POINT OF MADNESS

REMEMBER HOW THE YOUNG MEN

SOME WIFE SEARCHES

STILL FAR FROM PATRIARCH AR SAGE

STILL FAR FROM PATRIARCH OR SAGE

STOOPING INVOLUNTARILY TO THE EMPTY GROUND

TAKE FROM MY PALMS, TO SOOTHE YOUR HEART

TAKE, FOR JOY'S SAKE, FROM THESE HANDS OF MINE

THAT'S ENOUGH SULKING. SHOVE THE PAPERS IN THE DESK DRAWER

AIR STRIKES CHILL

APARTMENT'S AS QUIET AS PAPER

ARMENIAN LANGUAGE IS A WILD CAT

BREACHES OF CIRCULAR BAYS

BREACHES OF ROUND BAYS, THE GRAVEL AND THE BLUE

BREAD IS POISONED AND THE AIR'S DRUNK DRY

BUDS CLING WITH A STICKY PROMISE

CAUCASUS MOUNTAINS AND THE CROWD OF THE TENDER ALPS

DAY WAS FIVE-HEADED

DAY WAS FIVE-HEADED. FOR FIVE DAYS AND FIVE NIGHTS

DEADLINESS OF THE PLAINS

ENGRAVER'S SOARING ART

FACTORIES, BATHING IN THE MOSCOW RIVER

FLAT IS QUIET AS PAPER

FOREST BIRDS COULD TELL OF THIS

FRIEND OF ARIOSTO, FRIEND OF PETRARCH, TASSO'S FRIEND-

IDLE LIFE HAS SENT US INSANE

MASTER GUNSMITH

PEAR AND THE CHERRY BLOSSOM

PEOPLE HOWL LIKE BEASTS

SHY SPEECHLESS SOUND

SLEEPY, SLEIGH-TRACKED TOWN

TARTARS, UZBEKS AND NENTSIANS

VALLEY BLEEDS WITH ROMAN RUST

WORDS FROM THE KREMLIN

WORN GRANDEUR OF MY SOLES

THERE ARE ORIOLES IN THE FORESTS AND THE ONLY REAL MEASURE

THEY, NOT YOU NOR I

THIS LIFE IS TERRIFYING FOR THE TWO OF US

THIS NIGHT CANNOT BE REMADE

THIS NIGHT IS BEYOND REPAIR

THIS REGION IS IN DARK WATER

THIS WINTER TOUCHES ME

TO SOME, WINTER IS ARAK AND BLUE-EYED PUNCH

TODAY IS A LITTLE YELLOW

WAVE AFTER WAVE

WAVE TO WAVE THE COMBER RUNS, BREAKING THE BACKS OF WAVES

WE ARE ALIVE BUT NO LONGER FEEL THE LAND UNDER OUR FEET

WE LIVE WITHOUT FEELING BENEATH US FIRM GROUND

WE SHALL GATHER AGAIN IN PETERSBURG

WE SHALL MEET AGAIN, IN PETERSBURG

WEDDING IN THE CAUCASUS

WHAT CAN I DO, LOST AS I AM IN THE SKY

WHAT IS THE NAME OF THIS STREET?

WHEN FATE SUDDENLY CONFRONTS

WHEN MOSCOW'S FEVERISH FORUM DIES

WHEN PSYCHE, WHO IS LIFE, DESCENDS AMONG THE SHADES

WHEN RUSSIAN GOLD

WHEN THE EARTH SLEEPS, AND THE HEAT DIES DOWN

WHERE CAN I HIDE IN JANUARY

WHERE IS THAT BOUND AND FETTERED GROAN?

WHERE NIGHT CASTS ANCHOR

WINTER FOR SOME IS ARAK SPIRIT AND BLUE-EYED PUNCH

WITH THEM AND NOT WITH YOU OR ME

YEAST OF THE WORLD

YOU HAD BLUE EYES AND A FEVERISH BROW

#286 (ABOUT STALIN)

BARBED SPEECH OF THE ARARAT GORGE'

BODY WAS GIVEN TO ME

BIRTH OF A SMILE

BIRTH OF THE SMILE

BY DENYING ME THE SEAS

CHILDREN AT THE BARBER'S

CONCERT AT THE RAILROAD STATION

CONCERT AT THE STATION

ENOUGH OF SNIVELING

EYELASHES STING WITH TEARS

FOR THE RESOUNDING VALOR

FRAGMENTS FROM DESTROYED POEMS

HE WHO HAS FOUND A HORSESHOE

HERE TOADS THAT FILL ONE WITH DISGUST

I DRINK TO MILITARY ASTERS

I DRINK TO THE ASTERS OF WAR....

I HATE THE LIGHT

I'LL CHSE THROUGH THE GYPSY CAMP

I'M NOT DEAD YET

IN THE MIST I COULD NOT FEEL YOUR IMAGE

LAST NIGHT I TELL YOU

MOUNDS OF HUMAN HEADS

O, THESE BROAD PLAINS

PETERSBURG STROPHES

POEM NO. 286 (ON STALIN)

POEM TO RUSSIAN POETRY

POEM TO THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER

SKILLFUL MISTRESS

SUMMER SOLSTICE

BREAD IS POISONED

CHARLIE CHAPLIN POEM

FINDER OF A HORSESHOE

FINDER OF A HORSESHOE

FLOOR POLISHERS, SELS.

HORSE-CART DRIVER

HORSESHOE FINDER

TWILIGHT OF FREEDOM

TWILIGHT OF LIBERTY

VISION OF WASPS

THY IMAGE, WAVERING

TO A.A.A. (AKHMATOVA)

TO NATASHA SHTEMPEL

TO PRAISE A DEAD WOMAN

TO THE GERMAN LANGUAGE

TO THE GERMAN LANGUAGE

TWILIGHT OF FREEDOM

VERSES ON THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER

WE LIVE, NOT FEELING

WHAT IS THE NAME

WHOEVER FINDS A HORSESHOE

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