Osip Mandelstam: The Egg

“Something is always born in the silence.” Graffiti in central Petrograd, May 2016. Photo by Russian Reader

Osip Mandelstam
The Egg

The egg was telling off the hen.
You hatched me crooked and askew,
The way you laid me was wrong.
The days you brooded me were few.
I was still cold, but you up and left.
Why were you utterly shameless?


Translated by the Russian Reader


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