What shall I do with this body they gave me,
so much my own, so intimate with me?
For being alive, for the joy of calm breath,
tell me, who should I bless?
I am the flower, and the gardener as well,
and am not solitary, in earth-s cell.
My living warmth, exhaled, you can see,
on the clear glass of eternity.
A pattern set down,
until now, unknown.
Breath evaporates without trace,
but form no one can deface.
What Shall I Do With This Body They Gave Me
Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Poem topics: flower, joy, earth, eternity, clear, unknown, body, glass, warmth, breath, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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