To cure wounds is so rigid:
They drank the air and poisoned bread.
Young Joseph who was sold to Egypt
Could not be more deathly sad!
The nomads under starry dome,
With eyes, half-closed, and on horse,
Compose sagas, while they roam,
About day they vaguely crossed.
Few things they need for inspiration:
One lost his quiver in the sand;
One changed his horse ... . In peaceful fashion
The daily mist comes to its end;
And if a song is simply gaining
Your heart with non-predicted grace,
All vanish -- only they are reigning:
The stars, the singer, and the space!
To Cure Wounds Is So Rigid
Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Poem topics: heart, inspiration, lost, sad, song, space, young, fashion, bread, predicted, Valentine's Day, daily, horse, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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