Philip Nikolayev

Mystique of the Trees

 

A Poem by Osip Mandelshtam

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Upon that gently blue enamel,
Only conceivable in April,
Birch trees raised their filigree
Branches, twilit progressively.

A well refined and minute pattern
Wherein the finest net was caught
Of a design so aptly wrought
As if upon a china platter

Before our eyes by the dear artist
Upon a glassy firmament,
Aware of momentary strength,
Oblivious of mournful death.

[1909]
Translated from the Russian by Philip Nikolayev

Philip-Nikilev-Tree-Drawing

 

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Philip-NikolevPhilip Nikolayev is a well-known American and Russian poet and a beginner visual artist. He edits Fulcrum: An Annual of Poetry and Aesthetics. His latest collection of poems if Letters from Aldenderry (Salt, UK).

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