Tristia: 1891-1938
A Valediction to Osip Mandelstam
Difficult friend, I would have preferred
You to them. The dead keep their sealed lives
And again I am too late. Too late
The salutes, dust-clouds and brazen cries.
Images rear from desolation
Like ruins upon a plain.
A few men glare at their hands; others
Grovel for food in the roadside field.
Tragedy has all under regard.
It will not touch us but it is there -
Flawless, insatiate - hard summer sky
Feasting on this, reaching its own end.
Geoffrey Hill, Selected Poems, Penguin Books, 2006
A Valediction to Osip Mandelstam
Difficult friend, I would have preferred
You to them. The dead keep their sealed lives
And again I am too late. Too late
The salutes, dust-clouds and brazen cries.
Images rear from desolation
Like ruins upon a plain.
A few men glare at their hands; others
Grovel for food in the roadside field.
Tragedy has all under regard.
It will not touch us but it is there -
Flawless, insatiate - hard summer sky
Feasting on this, reaching its own end.
Geoffrey Hill, Selected Poems, Penguin Books, 2006
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