Here you will find the Poem Stretching taut the silken threads of poet Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Stretching taut the silken threads On a mother-of-pearl shuttle, O, lithe fingers, begin Your fascinating lesson. Ebb and flow of your hands, Monotonous movements, No doubt you are conjuring Some kind of solar fright. When your broad palm, Like a shell, flaming, First dies down, drawn to the shadows, Then sinks at last in a rosy light.
