<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473350" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Meganom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still far the asphodels,<br>grey-transparent Spring.<br>Meanwhile, the sand rustles,<br>the wave foams.<br>But here, like Persephone,<br>my soul joins the gentle circle,<br>and in the realm of the dead,<br>there were no seductive, sunburnt arms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why do we trust the boat<br>with the heaviness of the funerary urn,<br>and conclude the festival of black roses<br>over amethystine water?<br>My soul rushes there,<br>to the cloudy cape of Meganom,<br>and from there the black sail will return<br>after the funeral.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How quickly clouds rush by<br>in a sunless row and<br>flakes of black roses drift<br>under this windy moon.<br>And, a bird of death and sobbing,<br>the enormous flag of remembrance<br>is dragged along the mournful border<br>behind a cypress stern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sorrowful fan of past years<br>unfolds with a rustle.<br>My soul rushes there,<br>to the cloudy cape of Meganom,<br>where with dark trembling,<br>an amulet was buried in the sand,<br>and from there the black sail will return<br>after the funeral.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Osip+Emilevich+Mandelstam">Osip Emilevich Mandelstam</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473350" data-title="Meganom de Osip Emilevich Mandelstam" data-description="1 Still far the asphodels, grey-transparent Spring. Meanwhile, the sand rustles, the wave foams. But here, like Persephone, my soul joins the gentle circle, and in the realm of the dead, there were no seductive, sunburnt arms. 2 Why do we trust..."></div> </div> </div>

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