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I'Ve Got a Body and What Can I Do By Osip Mandelstam
I’ve got a body and what can I do?
It is so one, so mine, it is so true.
Who should I thank, tell me, and who did give
Me quite joy to breathe, quite joy to live?
I am the gardener, I’m the flower, yes,
I’m not alone in cave of world, I guess.
And there’s my breath, I see, there is my warmth
On glass of eternal, they lie on it, of course.
The pattern’ll be imprinted on the glass
Unrecognizable since now, I must confess,
Let moment flows and drains, it doesn’t hurt,
I know, dear pattern can’t be ever blurred.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Osip Mandelstam
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Serge Lyrewing
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