Osip Mandelshtam
- I have lost a delicate cameo..., by Peter Russell
- I lost a cameo I used for grooming..., by Ilya Shambat
«9 To the golden-lipped Anne — to a word / That all of Russia redeems! / Carry away my voice / And my heavy sigh, wind. About quiet bow of the earth among / Golden fields, O the burning skies, / Tell the story; and also about / From the agony blackened eyes. You attained once again ...»
«10 At the thin wire over oats' wave / Like thousand voices — is the voice today! And - holy, holy, holy — tabors passing by / Speak with the same voice, O the holy, I stand and I listen and I rub the corn ear, / And voice locks me up with a dark cupola. * * * Not the swimming willows...»
«11 You'll overtake the Sun in the sky, / In your hand all the stars! / Ah, if — only to enter you / Like a wind — door ajar! And to tremble, and burst out, / And sharply to dull the sight, / And, like a forgiven child, / To sob and to go quiet.»
«12 I have been given arms — to each one to stretch both, / Not to hold tight not with one, lips — to give names, / Eyes — not to see, the high eyebrows above them — / To marvel tenderly at love, and more still at not love. And this bell there, heavier than the Kremlin's, / Ceasel...»