I <br /> <br />I am cold. Transparent Spring dresses <br />Petropolis in verdant down. <br />But like a medusa, the Neva's wave <br />Stirs up in me a slight aversion. <br />Along the northern bank, <br />The headlights speed away. <br />Steel dragonflies and beetles are flying, <br />Golden pinpoints of starlight glimmer, <br />But not one of those stars will kill <br />The heavy emerald of the water's wave. <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />We shall die in transparent Petropolis <br />Where Persephone reigns over us. <br />We drink with every breath the deathly air <br />And every hour is our last. <br />Terrible Athena, goddess of the sea, <br />Remove your mighty helmet of stone. <br />In transparent Petropolis we shall die, <br />Where Proserpine rules, not you.<br /><br />Osip Emilevich Mandelstam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-cold-transparent-spring-dresses/
