Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | November 20, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Sisters

by Osip Mandelstam (1891 – 1938).

Sisters

Sisters – Heaviness and Tenderness- you look the same.
Wasps and bees both suck the heavy rose.
Man dies, and the hot sand cools again.
Carried off on a black stretcher, yesterday’s sun goes.

Oh, honeycombs’ heaviness, nets’ tenderness,
it’s easier to lift a stone than to say your name!
I have one purpose left, a golden purpose,
how, from time’s weight, to free myself again.

I drink the turbid air like a dark water.
The rose was earth; time, ploughed from underneath.
Woven, the heavy, tender roses, in a slow vortex,
the roses, heaviness and tenderness, in a double-wreath.

Notes:
http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/mandelst.htm
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/698


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