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Osip Mandelstam: The Wolf-Fanged Age:

On my shoulders pounces the wolf-fanged age,
But I am no wolf by my blood;
Thrust me, instead, like a hat up the sleeve
Of the Siberian steppe’s warm fur coat,

So I can’t see the coward or the soft bit of grime
Or the bloodied bones on the wheel;
So that all night the blue-fox furs might shine
For me in their primeval beauty...


Osip Mandelstam: Four Poems:

For the resounding valor of ages to come,
For the sake of a high race of men,
I forfeited a cup at the feast of my fathers,
And merriment and my honor.

On my shoulders pounces the wolf-fanged age,
But I am no wolf by my blood;
Thrust me, instead, like a hat up the sleeve
Of the Siberian steppe’s warm fur coat,

So I can’t see the coward or the soft bit of grime
Or the bloodied bones on the wheel;
So that all night the blue-fox furs might shine
For me in their primeval beauty.

Lead me into the night where the Yenisei flows
And the pine reaches up to the star,
Because I am no wolf by my blood
And only my equal will kill me.

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