Osip Mandelstam — More sluggish the snowy hive

Osip Mandelstam — More sluggish the snowy hive

Стихотворения


More sluggish the snowy hive,

clearer the window’s crystal,

on a chair, a turquoise veil,

thrown there, carelessly, lies.


A tissue, self-intoxicated,

as if it never felt winter’s

touch, experiencing summer’s,

by its own delicacy, caressed:


and, if in icy diamonds

frost is eternally streaming,

here — it’s dragonflies flickering,

blue-eyed, living, and gone.


Osip Mandelstam

© A. S. Kline, translation