Stretching taut the silken threads <br />On a mother-of-pearl shuttle, <br />O, lithe fingers, begin <br />Your fascinating lesson. <br /> <br />Ebb and flow of your hands, <br />Monotonous movements, <br />No doubt you are conjuring <br />Some kind of solar fright. <br /> <br />When your broad palm, <br />Like a shell, flaming, <br />First dies down, drawn to the shadows, <br />Then sinks at last in a rosy light.<br /><br />Osip Emilevich Mandelstam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stretching-taut-the-silken-threads/
