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شاه خاكستريچشم/‏ 14737Voronezhfor Osip MandelshtamAnd the town is frozen solid in a vice,Trees, walls, snow, beneath the glass.Over crystal, on slippery tracks of ice,painted sleighs and I, together, pass.5And over St Peter’s poplars, crowsa pale green dome there that glows,dim in sun-shrouded dust.The field of heroes lingers in my thought,Kulikovo’s barbarian battleground caught.10Frozen poplars, like glasses for a toast,clash now, more noisily, overhead.