In secret, weaving, like a snake,
And circling, using a mandrake,
I`m going up above my body, -
I want myself, I am flying high,
My darkest wings obscure the sky,
I`m hovering above the water;
And, like an eagle, stopped to soar,
Returning, saw an empty shore,
Abyss and nests that fallen down -
I`ll wash myself with coloured flame,
Adjuring lightning`s flashing game,
I`ll disappear in the cloud!
Перевод. Осип Мандельштам, 1910
© Copyright: Виталий Кармагус, 2020
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