In the haze your image
Trembled; it troubled
And eluded me: mistakenly
I said, ‘Good God!’The name of the Lord — a large bird —
Flew from my breast.
In front: a swirl of mist.
Behind: the empty cage.
— Osip Mandelshtam
In the haze your image
Trembled; it troubled
And eluded me: mistakenly
I said, ‘Good God!’The name of the Lord — a large bird —
Flew from my breast.
In front: a swirl of mist.
Behind: the empty cage.
— Osip Mandelshtam
Posted in Osip Mandelshtam, Poetry, Religion
Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
– Kafka