Osip Mandelstam Émil'evich

[Тютчев]

Сообщение от Moriakoff

Well ... this-thing about "the city familiar to tears" ...
LENINGRAD

Thank you for a wonderful poem. Here's another one where the city and Onegin - the main characters.

St. Petersburg stanza

M. OE

Gumilev

Above the yellow government buildings
Spinning long muddy blizzard
And the lawyer again sits in the sled
Sweeping gesture zapahnuv coat.

Hibernate steamers. In the sun
Lit cabins thick glass.
Monstrous, like a battleship in dry dock -
Russia rests heavily.

And over the Neva River - the Embassy of half,
Admiralty, the sun, silence!
And the state hard porphyry,
As a rough sackcloth of hair, poor.

Heavily burden northern snob -
Onegin's ancient longing;
On the square of the Senate - the shaft snowdrift,
Smoke fire and chill bayonet ...

Drawers of water skiff and gulls
Marine visited a warehouse Hemp
Where selling sbiten or loaves,
Only opera wandering men.

Flies in the mist motor procession;
Proud, humble pedestrian -
Offbeat Eugene - Poverty ashamed
Gasoline inhales and the fate of the curse!

[Самвел]

We live under him not feeling the country,
Our question for the ten steps can not be heard,
And where will suffice for polrazgovortsa,
There recall the Kremlin mountaineer.

His thick fingers like worms, fat,
A word as pood weights are correct,
Cockroach laugh usischa
And shine in his leg.

And around the rabble tonkosheih leaders
He plays fly half people.
Who whistles, who myauchit who whines,
He is one of only babachit and pokes.

As a horseshoe, forges a decree of the decree:
Someone in the groin, who in his forehead, who in his eyebrow, anyone in the eye.
That no penalty for it - then raspberries
And the broad chest of Ossetians.

November 1933

[Кирилл Сызранский]

Washed at night in the yard -
Firmament shone crude stars.
Star Beam - like salt on an ax,
Curdling barrel with full margins.

On the lock gates are closed,
And the land is harsh on the conscience -
Purer truth of fresh canvas
It is unlikely that will be found where the base.

Melts in the barrel, like salt, star
And the water is icy blacker
Cleaner's death, salted trouble
And the land is truer and more terrible.

1921

[tchaika]

"Nadezhda Mandelstam, clever woman, and I think regretting many planted in the camp and repressed, also without charge or trial, correctly realized, and says:" Who knew that abolition of all legitimacy in the early years of the revolution, we abolished it for themselves
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[Moriakoff]

Oh, this Tyutchev tossed yet Temko .... that kind "tool" for the soul touching! Yesterday all day poems in my head spinning ... today ...
   So decided to ask how many monuments found in M. Rossii.Vyyasnil that all of them installed five.
In Moscow, Sculptors Elena Munz and Dmitry Shakhovskaya.

Vladivostok, Primorye sculptor Valery Nenazhivin

In Voronezh, a sculptor Lazarus Gadaeva

In St. Petersburg, Amsterdam sculptor Hanneke de Myunk,

In St. Petersburg, sculptor Buhaeva, a monument to "shadow"

Well, the "snack" that some of your favorite ...
I'm cold. Clear Spring
I'm cold. Clear Spring
The green fuzz Petropolis clothe
But, like jellyfish, Neva Wave
I light inspires aversion.
Along the waterfront north of the river
Car race fireflies,
Flying dragonflies and beetles, steel,
Twinkle star pins, gold,
But no stars will not be killed
Seawater heavy emerald.

[Admin]

Armed with a narrow vision wasps
Sucking the earth's axis, the axis of the earth,
I can smell everything, from what witnesses had,
And remember by heart, and in vain ...

And I do not paint, nor sing,
And do not drive a bow chernogolosym:
I just dug in life and love
Jealous of the mighty, sly wasps.

Oh, and if I ever could
Making the dream and the death of bypassing
Goad the air and the summer heat
Hear the earth's axis, the axis of the earth ...

February 8, 1937


Osip Mandelstam: all the poems

[Самвел]

From a series of travel and Armenia.
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Where as scary for you and me,

Comrade bolsheroty my!


Oh, how our crumbling tobacco

Nutcracker, pal, you fool!


But could life whistled starlings

Seize the nut cake ...


Yes, it is seen not in any way.


1930

[Евгений]

I hunchbacked Tiflis dream
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I hunchbacked Tiflis dream
Sazandarey groan rings,
On the bridge, the people crowding,
All the Carpet Capital,
And at the bottom of the Kura noise.

Above Kuroyu is spirit,
Where to wine and sweet pilau
And there duhanschik ruddy
Serves guests glasses
And ready to serve you.

Kakheti thick
Well in the cellar to drink -
There's a coolness, there in peace
Drink plenty, drink two,
One does not need to drink!

In the little tavern
You will find a cheater,
If you ask "Teliani"
Float Tiflis in the fog
You swim in a bottle.

The man is old,
A young sheep,
And the month, wiry
With rosy wine steam
Fly Shashlyk smoke ...

Osip Mandelstam
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1.Foto: "View of Tiflis. - 1869
Oil on canvas. 132x170 cm Stavropol Krai Museum of Fine Arts. (Hud.Ayvazovsky IK)

[Самвел]

FAETONSCHIK

On a high mountain pass
In the Muslim side
We partied with death -
It was scary, like a dream.

We caught faetonschik,
Baked like raisins,
Like a devil driver,
Odnoslozhen and morose.

That guttural cry of Arab,
It is meaningless "ring" -
Like a rose or a toad
He kept his face:

Under the leather mask
Hide the terrible traits
He drove somewhere stroller
Until the last hoarse.

And they went to shocks, acceleration,
And do not peel it from the mountain -
Circled phaetons,
Inns ...
183

I woke up: whoa, buddy!
I remembered - dammit!
This plague Chairman
Lost with the horses!

He noseless cantle
Government, soul, fun,
To revolved carousel
Sour-sweet land of ...

For example, in Nagorno-Karabakh
In a predatory city of Shusha
I tasted these fears,
Soprirodnye soul.

Forty thousand dead windows
There are visible from all sides
And Labour heartless cocoon
On the mountains buried.

And shamelessly rozoveyut
Naked home
And above them the sky mreet
Dark blue tent.
June 12, 1931

[Тютчев]

Poetic culture, he learns not spontaneously, "out of thin air", and deliberately, from books and conversations. "Plebeians do not need memory, enough for him to tell about the books he read - and biography ready" - samoironiziroval it in the "Noise of Time." (Not coincidentally, his thirst for Vyach. Ivanova - such as plebeians, with the same book form, which became a royal keeper of world culture and write about an archetypal memory of the word.) Knowingly - this means: selecting and combining disparate elements, corresponding to his mental temperament and creative taste. Like the synthetic nationality and a synthetic religion, he created his synthetic poetics. The program had he with a rare clarity formulated in one of the earliest surviving poems, directly naming both their synthesized source:

* * *

In the ease of a creative exchange
Severity Tiutchev with childish Verlena
Tell me, who could artfully combine,
Compound giving its stamp?
A Russian verse so characteristic of greatness
Where vernal kiss and twittering bird.

1908?

"The severity of Tiutchev" - is the severity and depth of poetic themes; "childish Verlaine" - is the ease and immediacy of their submission. How to merge these two sources in the synthesis, is more visible for only two poems that are considered among the finest works of early Mandelstam.

First -

SILENTIUM
 
 It is not yet born,
It is the music and the word
And because all living things
Undisturbed communication.

Quiet breathing of the sea chest
But, like a madman, bright day
And the foam pale lilac
In black-and-azure vessel.

Yes will find my mouth
Initial muteness,
As a crystalline note,
What is clear from birth!

Stay foam, Aphrodite,
And the word in the music come back,
And the heart of the heart ashamed,
With the fundamental principle of life drained!

1910

The second - without title:

* * *

Why soul is so melodious,
And so little cute names
And an instant rhythm - only the case
Unexpected Aquilon?

He would raise a cloud of dust,
Noise paper leaves
And it will not return - or
He'll be back very different.

Oh, a wide wind Orpheus
You'll go to the sea edge -
And, uncreated world cherish,
I forgot my useless self.

I wandered into the toy more often
And opened the azure grotto ...
Am I real
And indeed death comes?

1911

sounds with a touchingly childish naivete. Of course, even Tyutchev and Verlaine were ddya holy names of all the Russian Symbolists, but to combine great tragic themes of tenderness and fragility of intonation - this is really "his seal" the young Mandelstam.