GEORGE NOVIKOV
Viewpoint. Lighthouse
RANEPA. January 2022
RANEPA. January 2022
The sea and Homer — all are moved by love.
Whom should I heed? Now Homer has grown mute,
Black sea, orating, nears me, resolute,
And thunders by my headboard, loud and rough.
Whom should I heed? Now Homer has grown mute,
Black sea, orating, nears me, resolute,
And thunders by my headboard, loud and rough.
There's something poetically lonely
in the rocks beneath the lighthouses.
Inaccessible to most,
unfriendly, yet,
still they attract...
in the rocks beneath the lighthouses.
Inaccessible to most,
unfriendly, yet,
still they attract...
Osip Mandelshtam 1915
There's something poetically lonely
in the rocks beneath the lighthouses.
Inaccessible to most,
unfriendly, yet,
still they attract...
in the rocks beneath the lighthouses.
Inaccessible to most,
unfriendly, yet,
still they attract...
The sea and Homer — all are moved by love.
Whom should I heed? Now Homer has grown mute,
Black sea, orating, nears me, resolute,
And thunders by my headboard, loud and rough..
Osip Mandelshtam 1915
Whom should I heed? Now Homer has grown mute,
Black sea, orating, nears me, resolute,
And thunders by my headboard, loud and rough..
Osip Mandelshtam 1915
Despise stars’ leaden chain
Do I, their dullard’s fire.
Greet I old rage insane –
Turret’s protruding spire.
Boulder, become as mesh,
Gossamer’s dainty web,
Firmament’s empty chest
Pierce with thin needle’s stab
Osip Mandelshtam 1912
Do I, their dullard’s fire.
Greet I old rage insane –
Turret’s protruding spire.
Boulder, become as mesh,
Gossamer’s dainty web,
Firmament’s empty chest
Pierce with thin needle’s stab
Osip Mandelshtam 1912
Есть нечто поэтично одинокое
в скалах под маяками.
Недосягаемые для большинства,
недружелюбные, они, все же,
притягивают к себе...
в скалах под маяками.
Недосягаемые для большинства,
недружелюбные, они, все же,
притягивают к себе...
И море, и Гомер
- все движется любовью.
Кого же слушать мне? И вот Гомер молчит,
И море черное,
Витийствуя,
Шумит
И с тяжким грохотом подходит к изголовью
- все движется любовью.
Кого же слушать мне? И вот Гомер молчит,
И море черное,
Витийствуя,
Шумит
И с тяжким грохотом подходит к изголовью
