For the International Day of Poetry
Else, out of time, I’ll repair
Home, depleted and rough:
I couldn’t feel love – there,
Here – I’m afraid to love…*
Else, did I ever repair myself
in gesture, thought and rough,
slowly searching or in a jest,
I couldn’t love a little, not yet enough…
* Osip Mandelstam, from the book Silentium.
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