What shall I do with this body they gave me, <br /> so much my own, so intimate with me? <br /> <br /> For being alive, for the joy of calm breath, <br /> tell me, who should I bless? <br /> <br /> I am the flower, and the gardener as well, <br /> and am not solitary, in earth’s cell. <br /> <br /> My living warmth, exhaled, you can see, <br /> on the clear glass of eternity. <br /> <br /> A pattern set down, <br /> until now, unknown. <br /> <br /> Breath evaporates without trace, <br /> but form no one can deface.<br /><br />Osip Emilevich Mandelstam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-shall-i-do-with-this-body-they-gave-me-2/
