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

And our home is not sold yet.

This our poplar! Our childhood's evenings
Underneath it nestle and thrash.
This our poplar among acacias
Is the color of silver and ash.

Hurry on, you will find this world
Unforgettably wonderful!
Go to the Three-Pond Alley
To this soul of my soul.




To Alla



1
You will be innocent, gorgeous,
Refined - and to all alien.
A striving, aspiring mistress,
An enticing Amazon.

Your braids of hair, most likely,
To wear like a helmet you'll choose,
You will be the queen of the ballroom -
Of all the poems of our youth.

And your vicious blade of humor
Will pierce through many, queen,
And you will have at your feet
All of which I can but dream.

All will be obedient to you,
And all before you will be quiet.
Like me, you will indisputably
And better poems write.

But will you press tight and deadly
Those temples of yours - who knows -
Just like your young mother
Is pressing her temples now.


2
Yes, I am jealous of you
With such a jealousy!
Yes, I also disturb you