Osip Mandelstam
Poetry’s Encounter with the Mysteries of the Sacred
Creating with words alone an imaginative space through which the sacred enters our human world.
Mondays with Mandelstam: “Rough Draft” (1937)
Here, in the final installment of “Mandelstam”, we end roughly where we began, with the […]
Mondays with Mandelstam: “Steppes” (1937)
“Steppes” (1937) Openness or emptiness, I’m sick of it Horizon everywhere, Infinity forced down the […]
Mondays with Mandelstam: “Sorrowdrawl” (1937)
“Sorrowdrawl” (1937) Shut up: to be alone is to be alive, To be alive to […]
Mondays with Mandelstam: Tristia (1918)
There is, I know, a science of separation In night’s disheveled elegies, stifled laments, The […]
Mondays with Mandelstam: “Night Piece”
“Night Piece” [1931] Come love let us sit together In the cramped kitchen breathing kerosene. […]
Mondays with Mandelstam: “Twist and twist And it all comes …
“Mandelstam Lane” (1935) What the hell sort of street is this? Mandelstam Lane. Diabolical name! […]
Mondays with Mandelstam: “Cathedral, Empty”
The not-so-subtle –suggestions have been beckoning it for some time. With Wiman’s translation as a […]
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