Here you will find the Poem I am cold. Transparent Spring dresses of poet Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
I I am cold. Transparent Spring dresses Petropolis in verdant down. But like a medusa, the Neva's wave Stirs up in me a slight aversion. Along the northern bank, The headlights speed away. Steel dragonflies and beetles are flying, Golden pinpoints of starlight glimmer, But not one of those stars will kill The heavy emerald of the water's wave. II We shall die in transparent Petropolis Where Persephone reigns over us. We drink with every breath the deathly air And every hour is our last. Terrible Athena, goddess of the sea, Remove your mighty helmet of stone. In transparent Petropolis we shall die, Where Proserpine rules, not you.
