Author of quotes: Osip Mandelstam. Page 4

For what I your hands couldn't hold on,
Because I betrayed salty tender lips.

Let us to prove his innocence so that they shook the whole chain of causes and effects from alpha to omega.

Logic is the realm of surprise.

Gold leaf burn
In the forests of Christmas trees,
In the bushes toy wolves
Eyes scary staring.
Oh, my prophetic sadness,
Oh quiet my freedom
And lifeless sky
Always laughing crystal!

I along with other
I want you to serve,
Jealousy is dry
Lips worked his magic.
Word does not slake
Me dry mouth
Without you, I again
Dense air is empty.
I'm not jealous
But I want you,
Myself I am,
As a victim of the executioner.
You do not call I
Neither joy nor love.
In the wild, someone else's
I switched the blood.
Another moment
And I'll tell you
Not joy, but torment
I find in you.

And, like the crime
I am attracted to you
Bitten in confusion
Cherry tender mouth...
Get back to me soon,
I'm scared without you
I never stronger
Didn't feel you.

With mock tenderness at the head stand
Himself all his life Baucau;
As fiction, his longing stew
And be gentle with the haughty boredom.

And Russian verse, so typical of the glory
Where springtime's kiss and the birds chirping.

In the frosty air melted light smoke,
And I, sad freedom tormented,
Would like to ascend in a cool, quiet anthem,
Disappear forever, but is destined to go to me.

... beauty is not the whim of a demigod,
But the predatory eye of a simple carpenter.

There - I could not love,
Here, I am afraid to love...

I was dead tired from life,
Nothing from her object,
But I love my poor earth
Because some have not seen.

Don't you know
That instinctive tenderness,
And what do you call
My thrill - all the same.
And what the confession
When irrevocably
My existence
Thee resolved?

My body - what do I do with him
So single and so my?
For the quiet joy of breathing and living
Someone tell me, do I thank?
I'm a gardener, I'm a flower
In the dungeon of the world I'm not alone.
On the glass of eternity has already gone
My breath, my warmth.