ARAGON STACK005

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For the resounding glory of eras to come,
For their sublime stock of people,
I was deprived of the cup at the elders’ feast
And my happiness and honor

Our epoch’s wolf-hound grips my back
Though my blood is not wolf’s blood;
Squeeze me, rather, like a hat up the sleeve
Of the Siberian-steppe-fur-coat,

In case I see any trembling or mire
Or blood-splashed bones on the rack,
So for me blue polar foxes may shine
All night in their original beauty.

Take me into the night where the Yenisey flows
And the pine-tree reaches the stars,
Because my blood is not wolf’s blood
And only an equal shall kill me.

Ossip Mandelstam