Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

(1891 - 1938 / Warsaw)

The Chalice Was Suspended In The Air - Poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

The chalice was suspended in the air
Like the golden sun for a splendid moment.
Here only Greek should be heard:
To take the whole world in your hands, like a simple apple.

The triumphal zenith of the service,
Light in a round room under a cupola in July,
So outside of time we could fully sigh
About that meadow, where time doesn't fly.

The Eucharist drags on like an eternal noon --
Everyone takes the Sacrament, performs, and sings,
In view of everyone the sacred vessel
Pours out with inexhaustible rejoicing.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010

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