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.
Sisters
Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Poem topics: dark, sun, water, tender, earth, drink, black, golden, slow, yesterday, stone, rose, time, I love you, I miss you, purpose, heavy, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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