Into the distance
disappear the mounds of human heads.
I dwindle—go unnoticed now.
But in affectionate books, in children’s games,
I will rise from the dead to say: the sun!
I dwindle—go unnoticed now.
But in affectionate books, in children’s games,
I will rise from the dead to say: the sun!
Osip
Mandelstam