“In-Flight Couplets Composed During a Bomb Alert”

London-St. Petersburg, Aug. 14, 2006

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Mind, though they’ve banned material counterparts,Your conscious page and pen got past the guards.

Think back to Mandelshtam at the Black Sea,
Composing silently, invisibly …

“It must be memorable.” Yes, or else
Our uninscriptions will unwrite themselves.

Then, too, if bombs incinerate this brain,
It won’t recall so much as my own name.

Exile, silence, equal oblivion?
Ask Mandelshtam. His Tristia may have been

Words fade to black if not made memories of.
Love, if it means to live, is spoken love.