I often shiver with cold -- <br />I want to be mute as a thing! <br />There is, in the skies, dancing gold <br />Sending me commands to sing! <br /> <br />Singer, be sad and upset, <br />Love, and remember, and call, <br />Catch, from a dark planet sent, <br />Light and magnificent ball. <br /> <br />That’s a true link, I believe, <br />With the mysterious worlds! <br />What an oppressive grief, <br />What a misfortune holds! <br /> <br />What if that star, as a pin, <br />Suddenly I’ll pierce my heart? <br />That one, which shimmering spins <br />Over the shop apart?<br /><br />Osip Emilevich Mandelstam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-often-shiver-with-cold/
