Osip Mandelstam. (№ 385005)

I'm on the ladder side
Skladanny climbed to the hayloft, -
I was breathing stars milky dust,
The Mat space to breathe.
And I thought: why Wake
A swarm of elongated sounds,
In this eternal squabble to catch
Aeolian wonderful system?
Stars in the ladle of the dipper's seven.
Good feelings on the ground five.
Swells, ring of darkness
And grows and rings again.
Without harnesses to burst.
Across the universe sticks out.
The hayloft's ancient chaos
Dimple, covered by powder...