“Alone I stare into the frost’s white face” – Osip Mandelstam

“Alone I stare into the frost’s white face”

Alone I stare into the frost’s white face.
It’s going nowhere, and I—from nowhere.
Everything ironed flat, pleated without a wrinkle:
Miraculous, the breathing plain.

Meanwhile the sun squints at this starched poverty—
The squint itself consoled, at ease . . .
The ten-fold forest almost the same . . .
And snow crunches in the eyes, innocent, like clean bread.

                    January 16, 1937

(Trans. John High & Matvei Yankelevich)

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~ by samofthetenthousandthings on December 5, 2011.

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