Osip Mandelshtam
To have only a child`s books for reading...

To have only a child's books for reading
And only a child's thoughts to nurse,
To let all grown up things disperse,
To rise out of deep grieving.

Life has made me mortally weary?
I will take nothing it gives,
But I love my land, poor as it is,
For I've seen no other country.

In a far away garden I swung
On a plain wooden swing — I recall
Fir trees, mysterious and tall,
In my vague delirium.

Translated by Robert Tracy