5.05.2022
Why is there such silence?
In my loving
dying heart
a twilight is coming,
a last ray, gently reproaching.
And over the evening forest
the bronze moon climbs to its place.
Why has the music stopped?
Why is there such silence?
[
Osip Mandelstam
{
1891-1938
}, from '
Stone:24
', in
Selected Poems
]
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