Here you will find the Poem Still I have not died, and still am not alone of poet Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Still I have not died, and still am not alone, while with my beggarwoman friend I take my pleasure from the grandeur of the plain and from its gloom, its hunger and its hurricanes. In splendid poverty, luxurious beggardom I live alone - both peaceful and resigned - blessed are those days and nights and blameless is the sweetly sounding work. Unhappy the man who like his shadow quivers at a bark, is scythed down by the wind, and poor the man who, half alive himself, from a shadow begs for charity.
