Here you will find the Poem I often shiver with cold of poet Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
I often shiver with cold -- I want to be mute as a thing! There is, in the skies, dancing gold Sending me commands to sing! Singer, be sad and upset, Love, and remember, and call, Catch, from a dark planet sent, Light and magnificent ball. That?s a true link, I believe, With the mysterious worlds! What an oppressive grief, What a misfortune holds! What if that star, as a pin, Suddenly I?ll pierce my heart? That one, which shimmering spins Over the shop apart?
