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

In presence of the secretive above.
Like swallow I am happy in the sky
And loftiness of towers I love

It seems as though the ancient overpass
Over abyss on bending beams that groan
I hear. A snowball grows and gathers mass,
Eternity sounds on the hours of stone!

When would it be! But it is not my role
To dance on faded leaves and scream and hiss
And sadness sings in me without control -
I feel an avalanche in heaven's bliss!

And in the bell tower you can find my soul
But music will not save from the Abyss!



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No, not the moon, luminous clock face
Shines from the sky, and what is my disgrace,
That I can feel the weak star's pallid force?

And loathsome to me is Batyushkov's rhyme:
They asked him here once what was the time
Eternity, he told them in response.




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I cannot stand the rays
Of banal stars at night
Greetings, my madness old,
Gun tower's searing height.

Become a whirling stone
A cobweb become instead:
The empty heaven's chest
Wound with a thinning thread.

My time will come as well
Spreading the wings as I ought
But whereverfrom comes
Arrow of living thought?

Exhausting my way or my time