Sisters by Osip Mandelstam
Sisters - Heaviness and Tenderness- you look the same.
Wasps and bees both suck the heavy rose.
Man dies, and the hot sand cools again.
Carried off on a black stretcher, yesterdayâ€™s sun goes.
Oh, honeycombsâ€™ heaviness, netsâ€™ tenderness,
itâ€™s easier to lift a stone than to say your name!
I have one purpose left, a golden purpose,
how, from timeâ€™s weight, to free myself again.
I drink the turbid air like a dark water.
The rose was earth; time, ploughed from underneath.
Woven, the heavy, tender roses, in a slow vortex,
the roses, heaviness and tenderness, in a double-wreath.