Mandel Stam Poetry Selection ｜ Unbelievable sorrow, open a pair of huge eyes

Author:Go to sleep Time:2022.07.17

Osip Emilyevich Mandul (1891-1938) was a well -known poet, proseman, and poettown theorist in Russia's Silver Age (late 19th to early 20th century). He revealed poetic talents from a long time ago, and he has actively participated in the "Akme" motion with the poet Gumarolv (Ahmarta's husband) as the initiator, and has become one of his important poets.

Like the shadow of the unexpected cloud

Like the shadow of an unexpected cloud,

Female guests flying to the sea,

As soon as she passed by, she said,

The whisper made on the shore shore.

Then, then, then

The huge sails are full of drums;

Tired and pale waves

Jump aside, it dare not dare

Hit again on the coast again;

Then, then, then

Boat, waves in rustling,

Like a fluff of fallen leaves ...

1910

Meatless light in an indifferent way

The meager light is indifferent,

Sowing in the humid forest

It's like holding a gray bird,

I slowly put my sadness in my heart.

Then, then, then

What about this injured bird?

The earth was silent and died.

Someone has taken the big clock,

On the cloud -lined bell tower,

Then, then, then

Only that has become an orphan,

And the deaf -mute high altitude is standing,

Like a white empty tower,

There are only dense fog and tranquility there.

Then, then, then

Due to gentle and deep morning,

It seems like a dream non -dream, half asleep and half awake,

It has not been satisfied with satisfaction,

Simpling the fascinating echo ...

1911

Not the moon, but the bright scale disk

I was shining, what did I make wrong,

I am intimidating the milky whiteness of the weak stars?

Then, then, then

I hate the arrogance of Bacchuskov ①:

Someone asked him here "What time is it"?

He said to the curiosity "eternity."

1912

① Bachuskov (1787-1855): Russian poet.

casino

I am not an admirer for a pre -expending joy,

Sometimes, it is naturally gloomy spots.

In the faint drunk, I am destined

To experience the color experience of poor life.

Then, then, then

The wind is playing with the messy clouds,

The iron anchor is lying on the bottom of the sea,

The soul without breath hangs

The damn abyss is like a linen.

Then, then, then

But I love the casino on the sand dunes,

The wide scenery outside the fan of the fans

The slender light on the wrinkled table;

Then, then, then

Surrounded by the green sea water,

When the wine in the crystal cup is like a rose,

I love the flying of the Seagull!

1912

elder

The sky is already bright, the sea demon

Singing at 7 o'clock in the morning.

Similar to the old man with Wehrlan,

It's time for you now!

Then, then, then

The eyes are cunning or naive

A little green Mars,

There is a piece on the neck

Turkey's flower scarf.

Then, then, then

He was cursing God and spit out some

Disarcessive words;

He wants to make a confession,

But first of all crimes.

Then, then, then

A desperate worker,

Or a sad squander,

The eyes embedded in the night,

It is like a rainbow.

Then, then, then

In this way, look at Saturday

He is walking slowly,

When the disaster of joy is open,

Probe from each threshold;

Then, then, then

At home, harsh wife,

Angry so pale,

She is cursing quickly,

Get the drunk Socrates!

1913

"In the silence in the forest"

In the silence in the forest

Echo the sound of your footsteps.

Then, then, then

Just like a slow ghost,

You are in the severe cold of winter,

Then, then, then

Long winter is like the dark night,

Hang the spikes on the tree.

Then, then, then

The crow inhabited on the branches,

I have seen many things in my life.

Then, then, then

And the roll of waves

Gradually formed in dreams,

Then, then, then

It is inspired and forgotten,

It's about to break the thin ice that just frozen.

Then, then, then

The mind is mature in silence,

This Bo Bing comes from my heart.

1908-1909

"Fruit, fall from the tree"

Fruit, falling from the tree

Sound cautious and low,

In constant singing

The quiet and depth of the forest comes

1908

Unbelievable sorrow

Open a pair of huge eyes--

The vase woke up,

Splash your own crystal.

Then, then, then

The entire room is full of tiredness--

What a sweet medicine!

Such a small kingdom

Swallowed so many sleeping dreams.

Then, then, then

Red wine with a small amount,

There is also a little May of May--

A few slender and white fingers

Open a thin biscuit.

(Translated by Wu Di)

I was fascinated in heaven, what should I do?

The person closest to it, please answer me!

For you, this is better than Dante’s nine pieces of iron cakes

It's much simpler to make Ding Dang.

Then, then, then

Don't separate me from life: it dreams

Being harmful, but now we are loving again,

Make Florence's sadness

Tingle your ears, eyes and orbital.

Then, then, then

No, please don't take the extremely gentle laurel championship

Put on my border,

It's best to put my heart

Cut into a blue sound of fragments ...

Then, then, then

When I serve all students,

When I slept like a friend, I went to sleep,

The echo of the sky on that day, in the cool chest,

The roar became deeper and high.

March 9-19, 1937

An unpredictable grief

Open two huge eyes

A vase has been awakened

Splash your crystal.

Then, then, then

Tired -this sweet potion

Full the entire room!

Such a small kingdom

Actually swallowed a lot of sleep.

Then, then, then

Come some red wine,

Come to some sunny May--

Also, white and slender fingers

Open a thin biscuit.

1909

sad

I learned the part of parting,

In the complaint of night without wearing a sleeping hat.

The cow is chewing, waiting for a continuation, -

The last minute of the city's alertness,

I respect the ceremony of the night chicken night,

When the crying eyes look into the distance,

Raise the sadness of the sadness,

Women's crying confuses muses.

Then, then, then

Who can understand the word "parting",

What kind of breakup is waiting for us?

When the fire is burned on the Acropolis,

What kind of future of the chest chicken's amazing to us?

When the cattle are bathing in the new life, Xiaguang,

Chewing lazily in the shed,

Breast chicken, the spokesperson of this new life,

Why patted wings on the city wall?

Then, then, then

I like the ordinaryness of the spinning line,

Slugs come and go, the spindle is sounding.

Look, it is like a swan's feather,

Jeelia, barefoot, welcomes you to fly to you!

Oh, how poor the foundation of our lives, how poor the foundation of our lives,

What a pale language in life!

Everything has been available since ancient times, everything will be repeated again,

Only the moment of recognition makes us feel sweet.

Then, then, then

I hope this: a transparent figure

Lie lying on the pure pottery plate,

Like a flat gray rag skin,

A girl leaned over and looked at the candle.

It's not that we can guess the chaos of Greece,

Wax is the same as a woman.

Destiny has invested us into the battle,

And they will witness death.

(Translated by Liu Wenfei)

Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. On November 16, 2015, the Poetry Society of Sleeping Poetry Club, the Poetry Club took the mission of "speaking for grassroots poets" and the purpose of promoting the "spirit of poetry", that is, the pursuit of the truth, kindness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spirit of poetry. Poetry friends have been published in the collection of poems "The Spring Blossoms of Sleeping Poems" and "The Grass Ying Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems".

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