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-3/
