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by: Ilya Shambat - Wed, 14 Feb 2024 13:03 UTC

Perhaps you not need me not this minute,
Night; from sea foams of the world -
A shell without a pearl within it -
Upon your shores I have been hurled.

With mists the ocean you embellish
And, stuttering, you sing as well;
But you will love, and you will cherish
The pretense of a useless shell.

On ocean sands you lie next to her
You dress her in a misty haze
And with tight roping you tie to her
A bell, gigantic, made of bronze,

And then the seashell, fragile, empty -
A lonely heart that beats in vain -
You fill with sea foam's whispers plenty,
With fog with wind and with light rain.

By Osip Mandelshtam
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat

Would you care to drift aimlessly in my direction?

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