Osip Mandelstam. (№ 367910)

Don't you know
That instinctive tenderness,
And what do you call
My awe is still;
And what the confession
When irrevocably
My existence
Thee resolved?
Give me a hand. That passion?
Dancing snakes.
And the mystery of their power -
Killer magnet!
And, snake disturbing dance
Not daring to stop,
I'm contemplating gloss
A maiden's cheeks.