And I Was Alive
by Osip Mandelstam: And I was alive in the blizzard of the blossoming pear, / Myself I stood in the storm of the bird-cherry tree.
Russia
Black Candle
by Osip Mandelstam: Your girlish shoulders are for blushing, / For blushing under whips, and in dawn’s raw ice to shine.
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“In this huge town of mine—night. / the sleepy home I leave—behind. / And people think: wife, daughter— / But I’m aware of just this—night.” | by Marina Tsvetaeva