Osip Mandelshtam
- The Violinist, by Richard McKane and Elizabeth McKane
(They run like a throng of gypsies...) - Violinist, by U. R. Bowie
(They swoon for long-clawed Paganini...)
«In fields hopeless and dumb / Droops the pale-bladed grain; / It is dozing and numb / Amid dreams that are vain... / With a high sudden hum / The field tosses its mane: / "Unto us Christ is come!" / The wild news shakes the plain. / Like a wind-beaten drum / Shouts the quivering gr...»
«My insatiable memory is like / A melting asphalt roadway: / I remember all who have passed along it, / Every movement of their life... / The tracks of iron wheels, of teeth, / The rusty tracks of injury and anguish. / Nearby the sweet birdlike prints / Of a dead daughter's little shoes...»
«Where firs by snow all silvered stand, / Where palms grow in the golden south, / From home to home, from land to land, / His words pass on from mouth to mouth. On shores both near and far away, / By more than one new generation / In all five continents, today / His name is held in vener...»
«In peace lie hills and fields and dark-blue valleys, / And woods like lazy billows rise and fall; / Yet still before me, tortuous and silent, / A line, invisible, runs through them all. All the way from Ladoga* you'll trace it. / Right to the Gulf of Finland it does run; / You'll find it ...»