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“I Often Shiver With Cold”

…from the quills of the dead white poets Osip Mandelshtam 1891 -1938 I often shiver with cold – I want to be mute as a thing! There is, in the skies, dancing gold Sending me commands to sing! Singer, be … Continue reading

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