"Marina Tsvetaeva. The Best (translated by Ilya Shambat) (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

Just like the legs jumped
Over the fence,
To forget, how along the road
Shade advanced.

To forget, like flame of azure, how
Days are subdued...
All my mischief, all my tempest,
And poems too!

Laughter will be chased away by
My miracle.
I, always-pink, will be
The most pale.

And they won't open - thus is needed -
Pity this one!
Not for the sight, not for the fields,
Not for the sun -

These my lowered eyelids. -
Flower not for! -
My earth, forgive for centuries
Forevermore.

Thus both the moon and the snow
Will melt away,
When this young, beautiful century
Will rush on by.




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You, whose sleep is without awakening,
Who does still quietly move,
Go to the Three-Pond alley
If you my poems love.

O, how sunny and how starry
It's to start the life's first tome
I pray - while it is not too late yet -
Come and take a look at our home!

Soon that world will be snuffed out,
In a secret of the night look at it,
While the poplar is not cut down