Insomnia. Homer. Taut canvas.
Half the catalogue of ships is mine:
that flight of cranes, long stretched-out line,
that once rose, out of Hellas.
To an alien land, like a phalanx of cranes -
Foam of the gods on the heads of kings -
Where do you sail? What would the things
of Troy, be to you, Achaeans, without Helen?
The sea, or Homer - all moves by love-s glow.
Which should I hear? Now Homer is silent,
and the Black Sea thundering its oratory, turbulent,
and, surging, roars against my pillow.
Insomnia. Homer. Taut Canvas.
Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Poem topics: I love you, rose, flight, long, hear, silent, pillow, black, insomnia, love, sea, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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