"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
Are two swords.

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