From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
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   Still far away are asphodels,   
   Transparent-graying spring   
   But in the meanwhile, here,   
   Sand rustles, and wave rings.   
   But now my soul has entered   
   Persephone's light home   
   In kingdom of the dead there are   
   No tanned and gorgeous arms.   
   2   
   Why do we trust the boat   
   With coffin urn's dead weight   
   And over amethyst waters   
   Black roses celebrate   
   My soul strives through the ether   
   Beyond Cape Meganom   
   Black sail returns from there   
   Carrying funeral gloom.   
   3   
   How fast the clouds are running   
   Unlighted and so soon   
   And black rose leaves are flying   
   Under this windy moon   
   And bird of death and weeping   
   Drags through a mourning stern   
   Huge flag of reminiscence   
   Behind a cypress stern.   
   4   
   The fan of summers opens   
   With sadness in my hand,   
   In darkness and with weeping   
   Amulet lost in sand,   
   My soul aims for that country   
   Beyond Cape Meganom   
   And black sail is returning   
   Carrying funeral gloom.   
      
   By Osip Mandelshtam   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
   https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)