She has not yet been born: <br />she is music and word, <br />and therefore the untorn, <br />fabric of what is stirred. <br /> <br />Silent the ocean breathes. <br />Madly day’s glitter roams. <br />Spray of pale lilac foams, <br />in a bowl of grey-blue leaves. <br /> <br />May my lips rehearse <br />the primordial silence, <br />like a note of crystal clearness, <br />sounding, pure from birth! <br /> <br />Stay as foam Aphrodite – Art – <br />and return, Word, where music begins: <br />and, fused with life’s origins, <br />be ashamed heart, of heart!<br /><br />Osip Mandelstam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silentium/
