Here you will find the Poem Why do the clock-hopperssing of poet Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Why do the clock-hopperssing, And fever rustle And dry stove crackle -- It is red silk burning. Why do the mice grind with their teeth The slender ground of life -- A swallow has loosened My shuttle for her daughter. Why does rain murmur on the roof -- It is black silk burning, But the cherry blossom will hear, And on the bottom of the sea, forgive. Because of the death of the innocent And with no way to help, In a nightingale's fever, There is still a warm heart.
