Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

(1891 - 1938 / Warsaw)

Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Poems

1. Rome 8/20/2014
2. The Stalin Epigram 1/29/2015
3. Stretching Taut The Silken Threads 4/7/2010
4. The Falling Is The Constant Mate Of Fear 4/7/2010
5. To Cure Wounds Is So Rigid 4/7/2010
6. O Heavens, Heavens, See You In My Dreams 4/7/2010
7. On A Sleigh, Padded With Straw 4/7/2010
8. Still I Have Not Died, And Still Am Not Alone 4/7/2010
9. No, Not The Moon, But Simple Dial-Plate 4/7/2010
10. Not Believing In The Resurrection 4/7/2010
11. The Greeks Planned For War 4/7/2010
12. The Thick Golden Stream Of Honey Took So Long 4/7/2010
13. Nature's The Same As Rome, Was Reflected In It 4/7/2010
14. The Chalice Was Suspended In The Air 4/7/2010
15. To M.L. Lozinsky 4/7/2010
16. O This Air, Intoxicated With Sedition 4/7/2010
17. Straw 4/7/2010
18. That Evening The Forest Of Organ Pipes Did Not Play 4/7/2010
19. The Menagerie 4/7/2010
20. Meganom 4/7/2010
21. The Decembrist 4/7/2010
22. How Hard For Me, The Splendor Of This Crown And Robe 4/7/2010
23. Beneath A Veil Of Milky White 4/7/2010
24. I Am Cold. Transparent Spring Dresses 4/7/2010
25. If I Am To Know How To Restrain Your Hands 4/7/2010
26. In A Crystal Whirlpool, Such Steepness! 4/7/2010
27. Go Back To The Tainted Lap, Leah 4/7/2010
28. I'Ve Lost A Delicate Cameo 4/7/2010
29. I Could Not Among The Misty Clouds 4/7/2010
30. Twilight Of Freedom 4/7/2010
31. Let Us Go Where There Are Varied Crafts 4/7/2010
32. Sisters 1/1/2004
33. I Often Shiver With Cold 4/7/2010
34. I Dream Of Hunchbacked Tiflis 4/7/2010
35. A Young Levite Among Priests 4/7/2010
36. Why Do The Clock-Hopperssing 4/7/2010
37. Venetian Life 4/7/2010
38. Tortoise 4/7/2010
39. As Psyche-Life Goes Down To The Shades 4/7/2010
40. I Had Not Tried The Wine That Ancients Made 4/7/2010
Best Poem of Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

What Shall I Do With This Body They Gave Me

What shall I do with this body they gave me,
so much my own, so intimate with me?

For being alive, for the joy of calm breath,
tell me, who should I bless?

I am the flower, and the gardener as well,
and am not solitary, in earth’s cell.

My living warmth, exhaled, you can see,
on the clear glass of eternity.

A pattern set down,
until now, unknown.

Breath ...

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The Age

My beast, my age, who will try
to look you in the eye,
and weld the vertebrae
of century to century,
with blood? Creating blood
pours out of mortal things:
only the parasitic shudder,
when the new world sings.

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