From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   The dusk of autumn -- just like rusted metal   
   Sings, violates and eats through flesh   
   That falls like all temptation and Cresus's capital   
   Before the razor blade of your anguish.   
      
   My God! Like by a dancing snake I'm falling   
   Exhausted, and before her I am meek;   
   My soul's salvation I am not extolling   
   The reason or the muse I do not seek.   
      
   Enough untying with my wits or essence   
   A finely woven yarn of smart replies   
   There are no words for laments and confessions,   
   Heavy and shallow is my cup of lies.   
      
   Why do you breathe? On stones you will be dancing,   
   Sick python you, then curling in a ball;   
   Next moment swing and twist as if romancing,   
   And instantly in expiration fall.   
      
   And uselessly the day of execution,   
   Agape at all the sound and all the sight,   
   I listen as has fearlessly come completion,   
   The screech of metal and the wind's dark might!   
      
   By Osip Mandelshtam   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
   https://sites.google.com/view/ilyashambatpoetry   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)