Osip Mandelshtam
- Tied to the high world in only a child-like manner..., by Robert Moake
Osip Mandel`štam (italiano)
- Col mondo del potere non ho avuto che vincoli puerili..., Serena Vitale
«With inspiration and such sweetness / The princess sang about May. / I said: "Just wait, my dear princess, / You"ll have to cry for me some day". / / She cuddled to me drawing near / And said: "Oh no, forgive me, pray. / Go fighting sword in hand, my dear. / I will safeguard you on...»
«There is fatal news of perdition / In your innermost songs through and through. / There's a curse of holy volition / And affront of happiness, too. / / Their power, so captivating, / Makes me say what everyone says: / Fair angels you've been abating / Fascinate them with your g...»
«Three shabby straps begin to flutter / Like in the golden years again, / And sticking in the slushy gutter / The motley spokes can hardly gain. / / Oh Russia, wretched Russia, dear, / Your houses, so grey and rough, / Your songs that blow, up in the air, / Appear as clear as tear...»
«High up, above the sleepy world, / The kite flies round drawing circles / And watching the deserted wold. / At home the mom her sunny suckles: / "Now take it, suck the breast, be good, / Grow, bear your cross of babyhood". / / The years fly over, full of drama, / With wars and vill...»