Osip Mandelstam

"...Only in our country is poetry respected. People are killed for it. And there's nowhere else that people are killed for poetry..."

-Osip Mandelstam

"The careful muffled sound of fruit..."

"The Christmas trees of tinsel gold..."

"Out of the half-lit..."

"Only children's books to read..."

"Such an unutterable woe..."

"No need to speak at any rate..."

"I was given a body..."

"With the evil swamp beneath me..."

"Dusk descended..."

"Today is a dreadful day..."

"The horses are sauntering, slow..."

"In the soggy woods, a ray..."

"I loathe the light of the cold..."

"Your image..."

"Let's visit Tsarskoe Selo..."

"From easy life..."

"Orioles in the woods..."

"Nature is Rome..."

"A blaze has overthrown..."

"Insomnia. Homer..."

"At a frightful height..."

"Like other men..."

"I washed myself in the yard late..."

"The scalp is tingling..."

"After midnight..."

"For the thundering valor..."

"We, dissembling and posing..."

"We live, with no sense of the country..."

"Do not share a single detail..."

"What street is this?..."

"If I could have my way..."

"I stare into the face of the frost..."

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