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 Emilevich Mandelstam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silentium-3/
