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EYESIGHT OF WASPS

by OSIP MANDELSHTAM
The Ohio State University Press, 1989
Cloth: 978-0-8142-0478-8
Library of Congress Classification PG3476.M355A24 1989
Dewey Decimal Classification 891.713

TOC

  • Contents 
    • Foreword
      • Mandelshtam, Nadezhda
    • Foreword
      • Davie, Donald
    • Translator's Preface
    • Introduction
      • Rayfield, Donald
    • From STONE (1913, 1916, 1923 and 1928)
      • Fruit breaking loose from tree
      • You slipped out in a light shawl
      • To read only children's books
      • April-blue enamel
      • What shall I do with the body I've been given
      • An inexpressible sadness
      • Newly-reaped ears of early wheat
      • Words are unnecessary
      • Silentium
        • The ear-drums stretch their sensitive sail
        • Like the shadow of sudden clouds
        • I grew out of a dangerous swamp
        • Sultry dusk covers the couch
        • How slowly the horses move
        • Light sows a meagre beam
      • The sea-shell
        • I loathe the light/Of the monotonous stars
        • In the haze your image/Trembled
        • No, not the moon, but the bright clock-face
      • The one who walks
      • The casino
      • The Lutheran
      • Hagia Sophia
      • Notre Dame
        • Poisoned bread, and satiated air
        • Horses' hooves … The clatter
        • Golden orioles are in the woods
        • Nature is Roman, and mirrored in Rome
        • Sleeplessness. Homer. Stretched sail
        • Herds of horses graze or gaily neigh
        • You have fallen for the hunters' lure
        • In Euripides the old men
    • From TRISTIA (1922)
      • – How the splendour of these veils and of this dress
      • We shall leave our bones in transparent Petropolis
      • This night is irredeemable
      • Disbelieving the miracle of resurrection
      • Out of the bottle the stream of golden honey
      • Spring's clear-grey/Asphodel
      • Tristia
        • Sisters: heaviness and sweetness
        • Return to the incestuous lap
        • When Psyche, who is life, descends among shades
        • I have forgotten the word I wanted to say
        • For the sake of delight
        • Here is the pyx, it hangs in the air
        • Because I had to let go of your arms
        • When the city moon looks out on the avenues
        • On my lips a singing name, I stepped
        • I like the grey silences under the arches
    • From POEMS (1928)
      • I was washing at night in the courtyard
      • To some, winter is a blue sky of steaming wine and nuts
      • Rosy foam of fatigue on his sensual lips
      • As the leaven swells
      • I climbed into the tousled hayloft
      • My time
      • Whoever finds a horseshoe
      • 1 January 1924
    • Two poems published in NOVYY MIR, 1931 and 1932
      • from Armenia
      • Batyushkov
    • Poems published posthumously
      • Self-portrait
        • I was only in a childish way connected with the world of power
      • Wolf
        • I drink to the blossoming epaulette
        • Help me, O Lord
      • Impressionism
      • Ariosto
        • We exist, without sensing our country beneath us
        • from Journey to Armenia
        • Your narrow shoulders
      • Black earth
        • Yes, I'm lying in the earth
        • You took away my seas, and running jumps, and sky
        • My country conversed with me (part 6 of Stanzas)
        • Those hundred-carat ingots, Roman nights
        • The wave advances
        • I shall perform a smoky rite
        • I shall not return my borrowed dust to the earth
        • Now today is yellow-mouthed, idiotic
        • Like a belated present
        • I would sing of him who shifted the axis of the world
        • I still haven't died, I'm still not alone
        • I look the frost in the face, alone
        • Asthmatic sloth of asphyxiating steppes
        • Plagued by miraculous hunger
        • Don't compare: anything alive is matchless
        • What has contended with oxide and alloys
        • The mounds of human heads disappear into the distance
        • I'm listening, listening to the early ice
        • A little boy, his red face shining like a lamp
        • Where can I put myself this January
        • Like Rembrandt, martyr of light and dark
        • Breaks of the rounded bays, shingle like cartilage
        • Song comes when the throat is raw
        • Eyes keener than a sharpened scythe
        • Equipped with the eyesight and absorption of wasps
        • I'm plunged into a lion's den, a fort
        • If our enemies take me
        • Ribbed pillars and piers, arcades and aisles
        • This is what I want most of all
        • This azure island was exalted by its potters
        • As if language weren't enough
        • I raise this greenness to my lips
        • With her irregular delightful way of walking
    • Notes
    • Acknowledgements
    • Further Reading
    • Appendix: 
    • Russian texts of poems translated
    • Index of first lines and titles
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