From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
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   An inexpressible sorrow   
   Two giant pupils opened wide,   
   A vase of flowers rose beside   
   And into air her crystals threw   
      
   The room was filled three meters deep   
   With dreaminess - hello sweet balm!   
   That such a liliputian realm   
   Could have consumed so much of sleep.   
      
   A bit of wine a bit of cake -   
   A bit of sunny May despite -   
   And thinnest fingers snowy white,   
   Alive at last, have stretched awake.   
      
   x x x   
      
   A snow hive cleaner than the air,   
   Crystal more see-through than the glass   
   A turquoise veil adorned with brass   
   Carelessly tossed upon a chair.   
      
   A cloth made drunk of her own glow   
   Caressed by tenderness of light   
   Experienced the summer bright   
   As though it were the winter snow.   
      
   And if through diamonds made of ice   
   Frosts of eternities were streaming   
   Here is the flutter of the dreaming   
   Fast-living blue-eyed dragonflies.   
      
   x x x   
      
   Blackened wind weaves patterns hollow   
   Under barely breathing leaves   
   And a trembling little swallow   
   In dark skies a circle weaves.   
      
   Quietly argue in the heart   
   Dear, dying, mine despite,   
   An impending dusk apart   
   Of an ebbing ray of light.   
      
   And above the woods at dusk   
   Has arisen copper moon;   
   Why so little song, I ask,   
   And such silence in the lone?   
      
   By Osip Mandelshtam   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
   https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)