Sisters - Heaviness and Tenderness- you look the same. <br />Wasps and bees both suck the heavy rose. <br />Man dies, and the hot sand cools again. <br />Carried off on a black stretcher, yesterday’s sun goes. <br /> <br />Oh, honeycombs’ heaviness, nets’ tenderness, <br />it’s easier to lift a stone than to say your name! <br />I have one purpose left, a golden purpose, <br />how, from time’s weight, to free myself again. <br /> <br />I drink the turbid air like a dark water. <br />The rose was earth; time, ploughed from underneath. <br />Woven, the heavy, tender roses, in a slow vortex, <br />the roses, heaviness and tenderness, in a double-wreath.<br /><br />Osip Mandelstam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sisters-2/
