Here you will find the Poem I am sorry it is winter now of poet Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
I am sorry it is winter now, And you can't hear mosquitoes in the house, But you reminded yourself Of the frivolous straw. The dragonflies hover in the blue sky, And fashion twirls like a swallow; A basket on the head, Or a bombastic ode? I don't presume to give advice And useless excuses, But the taste of whipped cream And the smell of oranges is forever. You define everything without thinking, And things are the worse for it. What can you do? The most sensitive mind Is put wholly on the surface. You try to beat the yolk With an angry spoon. It grew white, it succumbed. Yet just a little more. In you everything teases, everything sings Like an Italian roulade, And a small cherry mouth Demands some dry grapes. Don't try so hard to be smart, In you everything is whimsy, fleeting, And in the shadow from your cap, A Venetian bautta.
