How do you choose your poems? Are these particular favourites? Here's one my friend translated for me, by Osip Mandelshtam:
Your delightful tenderness Has made me shy. Why talk of sadness, When eyes Light up like candles In broad daylight? In broad daylight... And that one tear - So far behind - Of an encounter a souvenir; And shoulders recline, When lifted by tenderness.
"Three in the morning. I realize this second, then this one, then the next: I draw up the balance sheet for each minute. And why all this? Because I was born. It is a special type of sleeplessness that produces the indictment of birth."
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How do you choose your poems? Are these particular favourites? Here's one my friend translated for me, by Osip Mandelshtam:
Your delightful tenderness
Has made me shy.
Why talk of sadness,
When eyes
Light up like candles
In broad daylight?
In broad daylight...
And that one tear -
So far behind -
Of an encounter a souvenir;
And shoulders recline,
When lifted by tenderness.
... and the blood a bond that never
strangles and never breaks ...
peace & harmony,
elaine
'freedom must be exercised to stay in shape!'
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