Only in Russia poetry is respected - it gets people killed.
A raznochinets needs no memory—it is enough for him to tell of the books he has read, and his biography is done. - Osip Mandelstam
A raznochinets needs no memory—it is enough for him to tell of the books he has read, and his biography is done.
- Osip Mandelstam
I love my poor earth because I have seen no other. - Osip Mandelstam
I love my poor earth because I have seen no other.
Where to start? Everything cracks and shakes, The air trembles with similes, No one world's better than another; the earth moans with metaphors. - Osip Mandelstam
Where to start? Everything cracks and shakes, The air trembles with similes, No one world's better than another; the earth moans with metaphors.
Only in Russia poetry is respected - it gets people killed. - Osip Mandelstam
The people need poetry that will be their own secret To keep them awake forever, And bathe them in the bright-haired wave of its breathing. - Osip Mandelstam
The people need poetry that will be their own secret To keep them awake forever, And bathe them in the bright-haired wave of its breathing.
And I walk out of space Into an overgrown garden of values, And tear up seeming stability And self-comprehension of causes. And your, infinity, textb… - Osip Mandelstam
And I walk out of space Into an overgrown garden of values, And tear up seeming stability And self-comprehension of causes. And your, infinity, textb…
My turn shall also come: I sense the spreading of a wing. - Osip Mandelstam
My turn shall also come: I sense the spreading of a wing.
Poetry is the plough that turns up time in such a way that the abyssal strata of time, its black earth, appear on the surface. - Osip Mandelstam
Poetry is the plough that turns up time in such a way that the abyssal strata of time, its black earth, appear on the surface.
Perhaps the whisper was born before lips, And the leaves in treelessness circled and flew, And those, to whom we impart our experience as bliss, Acqu… - Osip Mandelstam
Perhaps the whisper was born before lips, And the leaves in treelessness circled and flew, And those, to whom we impart our experience as bliss, Acqu…
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