Forest

January 20, 2013 § Leave a comment

We look at a forest and say:
Here is a forest for ships and masts,
Red pines,
Free to the tops of their shaggy burden,
To creak in the storm
In the furious forestless air


Osip Mandelshtam, Whoever Finds a Horseshoe, 1923

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