Osip Mandelshtam
- Against the pale-blue enamel..., by Alistair Noon
- On the pale-blue enamel..., by A. S. Kline
- Towards light-blue enamel air..., by Olga Dumer
- Upon the paling blue veneer..., by Evgenia Sarkisyants
«Far above the stretch of hills / The east has flung its lustre round; / Moistened breath of night-time fills / Clods of plough-uprooted ground. See, how with his measured pace / O'er the fields the sower goes; / Calm, as in God's holy place / On earth and in the heaven flows. A sacred ...»
«Man's ponderings and labours, dream-like, pass away, / Heroes will be forgot, and sepulchres decay, — / And all in common dust is merged. / And righteousness and love, and sciences and lore, / As words upon a slate, whose meaning is no more, / By undiscovered hand axe purged. But words ...»
«I view the promised land before me, — / Gleaming of waters, tents of trees. / But anger of the Lord forbore me / To touch the dower I long to seize. I rose from heat and sandy places, / I tasted death in living hours: / My strength so wanes, that it effaces / Within my soul all placid...»
«What you are wont to name as inspiration, / Delicacy of hearkening I call; / Hours there are that palpably enthrall, / When I hear the plaintive incantation. Of someone who above my spirit stirred: / I hark, I grope, I feel, my senses wane... / I labour on until I shape again / The thin...»