O. Mandelstam
In the soggy woods, a ray
Sows a cool and meager glow.
Sorrow, like a bird of gray,
Is in my heart, I'm walking slow.
Wounded bird, what’s in my power?
The deathly silent sky repels.
From the clouded bell-tower,
Someone’s taken down the bells.
And there it rises up - the height -
Orphaned, mute and in a daze,
Like an empty tower of white,
Occupied by silence, haze...
Morning, gentle - far and wide,
Dreaminess and its persistence -
Drowsiness unsatisfied –
Foggy thoughts chime in the distance…
1911
Sows a cool and meager glow.
Sorrow, like a bird of gray,
Is in my heart, I'm walking slow.
Wounded bird, what’s in my power?
The deathly silent sky repels.
From the clouded bell-tower,
Someone’s taken down the bells.
And there it rises up - the height -
Orphaned, mute and in a daze,
Like an empty tower of white,
Occupied by silence, haze...
Morning, gentle - far and wide,
Dreaminess and its persistence -
Drowsiness unsatisfied –
Foggy thoughts chime in the distance…
1911
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Featuring Russian Poetry translated into English by Andrey Kneller, with a particular emphasis placed on Silver Age of Russian poetry, including such poets as Marina Tsvetaeva, Boris Pasternak, Anna A
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