Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

(1891 - 1938 / Warsaw)

The Falling Is The Constant Mate Of Fear - Poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

The falling is the constant mate of fear,
And feel of emptiness is the feel of fright.
Who throws us the stones from the height --
And stones here refuse the dust to bear?

Once, striding in a monk’s unbending mode,
You pierced the yard from rim to other rim;
The cobble-stones and the coarse dream --
Have thirst for death and sadness of the broad-

Let Gothic shelter be in ruins turned
Where ceiling serves as a deceptive fable,
And in the heath the gaily logs don’t burn!

A few here for eternity were born;
But if your mind has only instant label
Your lot is awful and your home unstable!


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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