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