Osip Mandelshtam
- My status being still far from a patriarch’s..., by Philip Nikolayev
- Still far from patriarch or sage..., by Bernard Meares
«The blizzard beats with snow / On my windows, as before. / I have not become new, / Yet a visitor is at my door. I asked, "What do you want?" / "To be in hell with you." / I laughed, "Oh, you will spell / For both of us misfortune." But, lifting his lean hand, / He lightly touched th...»
«Aus dem hohen, dem Tor, / Hinter den Sümpfen der Ochta hervor, / Auf nie begangenen Wegen, / Über die Wiesen, die ungemächten, / Durch den nächtlichen Postenkordon, / Unterm Gelaute der Karprozession, / Uneingeladen, / Unversprochen, / Komme zum Abendessen zu mir.»
«I heard the voice. It promised solace. / "Come here," it seemed so softly call. / "Leave Russia, sinning, lost and graceless, / Leave your land, pray, for good and all. / I'll cleanse your hands from blood that stains you, / And from your heart draw back black shame, / The hurts of failu...»
«When a person dies, / His portraits change. / His eyes gaze differently, and his lips / Smile with a different smile. / I noticed this once I came home / From the funeral of a poet. / And since then, I verified this often / And my theory was always confirmed.»