“From childhood he had been devoted to whatever was useless, metamorphosing the streetcar rattle of life into events of consequence, and when he began to fall in love he tried to tell women about this, but they did not understand… — Osip Mandelstam Copy Share Image
Take from my palms, to soothe your heart, a little honey, a little sun, in obedience to Persephone's bees. You can't untie a boat that was never moored, nor hear a shadow in its furs, nor move through thick life without fear. For us, all that's left is kisses tattered as the little bees that die when they leave the… — Osip Mandelstam Copy Share
“Logic is the kingdom of the unexpected. To think logically is to be perpetually astonished.” — Osip Mandelstam Copy Share Image
“Take from my palms, to soothe your heart, a little honey, a little sun, in obedience to Persephone's bees. You can't untie a boat that was never moored, nor hear a shadow in its furs, nor move through thick life without fear. For us, all that's left is kisses tattered as the little bees that die when they leave the… — Osip Mandelstam Copy Share
“The wolfhound century leaps at my shoulders, But I am no wolf by blood.” — Osip Mandelstam Copy Share Image
“Life is one in all its manifestations. You must experience everything, be capable of everything, and rejoice in everything.” — Osip Mandelstam Copy Share Image
“I do not know how it is elsewhere, but here, in this country, poetry is a healing, life-giving thing, and people have not lost… — Osip Mandelstam Copy Share Image
And I walk out of space Into an overgrown garden of values, And tear up seeming stability And self-comprehension of causes. And your, infinity,… — Osip Mandelstam Copy Share Image
“Only in Russia poetry is respected – it gets people killed. Is there anywhere else where poetry is so common a motive for murder?” — Osip Mandelstam Copy Share Image
“We have come to love the music of proof. Logical connection for us is not some popular song about a finch, but a choral… — Osip Mandelstam Copy Share Image
I was stopped in the dense Soviet wood by bandits who called themselves my judges. — Osip Mandelstam Copy Share Image
Where to start? Everything cracks and shakes, The air trembles with similes, No one world's better than another; the earth moans with metaphors. — Osip Mandelstam Copy Share Image
