Poetry is the plough that turns up time in such a way that the abyssal strata of time, its black earth, appear on the surface. — 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
