Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Thursday, January 1, 2004

I Don’t Remember The Word I Wished To Say Comments

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I don’t remember the word I wished to say.
The blind swallow returns to the hall of shadow,
on shorn wings, with the translucent ones to play.
The song of night is sung without memory, though.


Sekar Subramaniam 06 July 2020
Awesome indeed. Just captivating.
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