This night is irredeemable.
Where you are, it is still bright.
At the gates of Jerusalem,
a black sun is alight.
The yellow sun is hurting,
sleep, baby, sleep.
The Jews in the Temple-s burning
buried my mother deep.
Without rabbi, without blessing,
over her ashes, there,
the Jews in the Temple-s burning
chanted the prayer.
Over this mother,
Israel-s voice was sung.
I woke in a glittering cradle,
lit by a black sun.
This Night Is Irredeemable
Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Poem topics: baby, night, voice, deep, bright, yellow, prayer, mother, sleep, I love you, I miss you, black, sun, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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