Osip Mandelstam. (№ 368054)

I hate the light
Monotonous stars.
Hello, my ancient delirium -
Tower Lancet growth!
Lace, stone, be
And cobwebs become
Sky empty chest
Fine needle early.
Will be my turn -
I feel wingspan.
So - but where to go
Thoughts live arrow?
Or your path and life
I, exhausted, will return:
There - I could not love,
Here, I am afraid to love...