Treasure Island

Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

(1891 - 1938 / Warsaw)

A flame is in my blood


A flame is in my blood
burning dry life, to the bone.
I do not sing of stone,
now, I sing of wood.

It is light and coarse:
made of a single spar,
the oak’s deep heart,
and the fisherman’s oar.

Drive them deep, the piles:
hammer them in tight,
around wooden Paradise,
where everything is light.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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