Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Dream Poems

  • 1.
    1

    I want to serve you
    On an equal footing with others;
    ...
  • 2.
    Every church sings its own soft part
    In the polyphony of a girl's choir,
    And in the stone arches of the Assumption
    I make out high, arched brows.
    ...
  • 3.
    The falling is the constant mate of fear,
    And feel of emptiness is the feel of fright.
    Who throws us the stones from the height --
    And stones here refuse the dust to bear?
    ...
  • 4.
    I dream of hunchbacked Tiflis,
    Where a Sazandar's groan resounds
    The people cluster on the bridge,
    The crowd carpets the whole capital,
    ...
  • 5.
    If I am to know how to restrain your hands,
    If I am to betray the tender, salty lips,
    I must wait for daybreak in the dense acropolis.
    How I hate those ancient weeping timbers .
    ...
  • 6.
    1

    Let us go where there are varied crafts
    And trades -- shashlik and chebureki,
    ...
  • 7.
    On the stony spurs of Pierius
    The Muses conducted the first round dance
    So like bees, blind lyrists might give us Ionic honey.
    A great chill blew
    ...
  • 8.
    'To this the pagan senate bears witness:
    -- THESE DEEDS SHALL NEVER DIE! -- '
    He lit his pipe and wrapped his cloak around
    While some play chess nearby.
    ...
  • 9.
    When on the squares and in solitary silence
    We slowly go out of our minds,
    Brutal winter will offer us
    Cold and clear Rhine wine.
    ...
Total 9 Dream Poems by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

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