Contributed By: Alistair Noon, Osip Mandelshtam
Against the pale-blue enamel
that April makes conceivable,
the branches of the birch-trees stand
and gradually turn into evening.
Their pattern is sharp and complete,
the stiffened gauze is fine,
like a drawing that someone has neatly
traced out on a plate of china.
Some merciful artist has performed
that design on the glassy heavens,
knowing the transience of such force,
oblivious to the sorrow of death.
1909
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I prize wit and brio in reviews—style—more than confirmation of my own aesthetic judgments. Manny Farber on John Wayne: “the termite actor focusing only on a tiny present area, nibbling at it with engaging professionalism and a hipster sense of how to sit in a chair leaned against the wall.” It is more difficult to […]
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