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I was washing in the yard at night

the firmament shone with course stars

the star beam is like salt on an axe

the full barrel is frozen


The gates are locked

and the world is so honest and stern

I doubt if one could ever find

a base of fresh canvas as pure as a truth


A star thaws in the barrel like salt

and the ice cold water is blacker

death purer, trouble more bitter

and the world more honest, more terrible


– Osip Mandelstam –

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