From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   Under a coxcomb of a milky white   
   Isaac has built a graying pigeon cage   
   The crozier irritates the graying quiet   
   Gradations of the air the heart can gauge.   
      
   There's wandering ghost of century-old requiem   
   Then the grand bearing of the tent   
   Genessarian darkness in decrepit seine   
   Of week of Lent.   
      
   Upon warm altars smoke glows   
   And then a priest exudes an orphaned cry   
   A regal man: there is clean snow   
   On the shoulders, and savage porphyry.   
      
   Sophie's and Peter's Grand Cathedrals that withstood   
   Centuries; warehouses of air and light   
   Grain hangars of the universal good   
   And corn-kilns of New Testament.   
      
   In the harsh troubled year, not to your side   
   The spirit drags across the steps in peace,   
   The wolf's trail of disaster reaches wide   
   And will not change over the centuries.   
      
   Free is the slave who once has conquered fear   
   And who beyond all measure kept, through grief,   
   In deep cornbins, in chilly granaries   
   The grain of utter and complete belief.   
      
   By Osip Mandelshtam   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
   http://lib.ru/POEZIQ/MANDELSHTAM/tristia_engl.txt   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)