"Marina Tsvetaeva. The Best (translated by Ilya Shambat) (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора Nor feel the strength in me..
What demon in me you let loose Into eternity! But know that there will be a court, Like arrow taking aim, When two angelic fiery wings Over the head will gleam. To Asya 1 We're sharp and we are ready, We're faster. In each word, in each glance, in each gesture - Two sisters. Unique and refined our taste is And our words, We from the old Damascus Out, threshing-floor and bread's burden And the ox! We - are stretched out in heaven Two arrows! On the world's market without sin We're alone. We - from William Shakespeare Are two poems. 2 We - are the dressing of poplars In the spring, We - are the last hope Of the kings. We're on the bottom of ancient cup. Come see now: In it is your dawn, and ours Two dawns too. And touching lips to the cup |
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