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Osip Mandelstam
(1891-1938)
I detest the light…
I detest the light
Of tedious stars.
Hello, my old delirium,
The tower’s crenellated pinnacle!
Stone, turn to lace
Become a spider’s web,
With your thin needle, wound
The empty breast of the sky.
My own turn will come,
I feel the stretching of my wings.
But where will the arrow
Of living thought fly?
Perhaps having used up my path,
And my time, I will come back:
– There I could not love,
– Here I fear to love . . .
1912
Osip Mandelstam poetry
Transl. J.A. Woolf
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