The Snake

The dusk of autumn -- just like rusted metal 
Sings, violates and eats through flesh  
That falls like all temptation and Cresus's capital 
Before the razor blade of your anguish.  

My God! Like by a dancing snake I'm falling 
Exhausted, and before her I am meek; 
My soul's salvation I am not extolling 
The reason or the muse I do not seek.  

Enough untying with my wits or essence 
A finely woven yarn of smart replies 
There are no words for laments and confessions, 
Heavy and shallow is my cup of lies.  

Why do you breathe? On stones you will be dancing, 
Sick python you, then curling in a ball; 
Next moment swing and twist as if romancing, 
And instantly in expiration fall.  

And uselessly the day of execution, 
Agape at all the sound and all the sight, 
I listen as has fearlessly come completion, 
The screech of metal and the wind's dark might!

By Osip Mandelshtam
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat 
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