"Osip Mandelstam. Tristia (tranlsation by Ilya Shambat) (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

Take from my palms forever
The holy sand.


x x x

This night has gone beyond redemption
And it is daylight where you dream.
Today the black sun has arisen
Over Jerusalem.
Sun that is yellow is still scarier.
Goodnight, goodnight,
Jews have interred my mother's remnants
In the temple of the light
And without a divine blessing
And without a priest's eye
Judeans in a light temple
Sang her ashes to the sky.
And then over my mother
Voices of Israelites rung
I awoke inside my cradle,
Shining with a blacker sun.


x x x
"To this the Senate serves as witness -
Such actions do not die"
Smoked a cigar and tucked his gown,
Chess players nearby.
Honorable sleep he changed for wood
From deep Siberian wilds unbroken
And a forgotten taste at poisoned lips
The truth of bitter world thus having spoken.
For first time German oaks rustled leaves
And in the shadows Europe weeps and begs
And on triumphant angles of the curve
Black stallions also stood upon hind legs.
It happened that in glasses blue wax burned
And with the sound much like a samovar
A girlfriend spoke quietly in turn,
The freedom-loving Rheinian guitar.
The living voices still scream and cry
About the citizen's sweet liberty
But victims do not wish the open sky
But rather work and constancy.
All has been mixed, and nobody can hear
That it is getting colder every day
All has been mixed, and it is sweet to hear:
Russia, Lethe, and Lorelei.