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

With my angst already.

And this my miserable nature
In you is most awfully clear:
In your without two months two years -
You're in despair.

All dolls in whole wide world, all horses
You'll give without a second thought
For one page from my notebook
And pencil I bought.

You're in a fight with maids - you want
All things by yourself done.
Then suddenly you're in despair:
"The sea's gone home."

However proudly I speak of you,
I can't transmit you all about
When you are asking me, "Mother,
Please kiss my snout."

You know, all in me is laughing
When somebody once again
Attempts to kiss you
In vain.

I am the snake that took the princess,
A dragon! Groom of grooms! O light
Of my eyes - O the jealousy
Of my night!




From Cycle "P.E."



1
Clad in the golden dust of evening
An August day did quietly melt.
The ringing streetcars rushed onwards
And people went.

I went along a quiet side street
Without aim, absent-mindedly.
And I remember how the church bells
Sang quietly.