from Stone: 24

Translated by Clarence Brown and W. S. Merwin
Leaves scarcely breathing
in the black breeze;
the flickering swallow
draws circles in the dusk.
 
In my loving
dying heart
a twilight is coming,
a last ray, gently reproaching.
 
And over the evening forest
the bronze moon climbs to its place.
Why has the music stopped?
Why is there such silence?
 

Osip Mandelstam, "from Stone #24" from Selected Poems.  Translation copyright © 1973 by Clarence Brown and W. S. Merwin.  Reprinted by permission of The Wylie Agency, Inc..
Source: Selected Poems (Atheneum Publishers, 1973)
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