Just for joy, take from my palms <br />A little sun, a little honey, <br />As Persephone's bees commanded. <br /> <br />An unfastened boat cannot be untied. <br />A shade shod in fur cannot be heard. <br />In the dense forest of life fear cannot be overcome. <br /> <br />Only kisses are left for us. <br />Furry, like small bees <br />That die when they leave the hive. <br /> <br />They rustle in transparent thickets of night, <br />Their home is the dense Taiga woods; <br />Their food -- time, honeysuckle, mint. <br /> <br />So take and enjoy my passionate gift, <br />A dry, unsightly necklace <br />Of dead bees, who changed honey into sun.<br /><br />Osip Emilevich Mandelstam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-for-joy-take-from-my-palms/
