Country: Russia

And I Was Alive

by Osip Mandelstam: And I was alive in the blizzard of the blossoming pear, / Myself I stood in the storm of the bird-cherry tree.

Black Candle

by Osip Mandelstam: Your girlish shoulders are for blushing, / For blushing under whips, and in dawn’s raw ice to shine.

I know the truth

by Marina Tsvetaeva: I know the truth! Enough of the old truth–out!

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“In this huge town of mine—night. / the sleepy home I leave—behind. / And people think: wife, daughter— / But I’m aware of just this—night.” | by Marina Tsvetaeva

Osip Mandelstam

Poetry International 18/19
“And I Was Alive”
“Black Candle”