Here you will find the Poem To cure wounds is so rigid of poet Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
To cure wounds is so rigid: They drank the air and poisoned bread. Young Joseph who was sold to Egypt Could not be more deathly sad! The nomads under starry dome, With eyes, half-closed, and on horse, Compose sagas, while they roam, About day they vaguely crossed. Few things they need for inspiration: One lost his quiver in the sand; One changed his horse ... . In peaceful fashion The daily mist comes to its end; And if a song is simply gaining Your heart with non-predicted grace, All vanish -- only they are reigning: The stars, the singer, and the space!
