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

And for the soul of Love herself,
O women, pray!


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The leaves are scattered above your tombstone
And winter's smell.
Listen, the dead one, listen, O dear one:
You're my own still.

You laugh! - Moon is high - in the roadside cabin
Full of charm.
My - so undoubted and unchanging -
Like this arm.

To hospital doors with a knot in the morning
I'll come again.
You simply have gone to the great wide seas,
To sunny land.

I kissed you! I charmed you! I laugh at this darkness
Beyond the tomb!
I disbelieve death! I wait at the terminal -
Come home.

May leaves all be scattered, erased and washed out
On mourning ribbon the words.
And, I am also dead, if you're dead
For the whole world.

I see and I feel - I sense you everywhere -
What's ribbon from wreaths of yours -
I did not forget you and will not forget you
Forevermore.

I know the aimlessness of such a promise
Its pointlessness too.
Letter to endlessness - letter to limitlessness -
Letter into the blue.


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Here's your roses - pull your hands toward them -
Having gone farther than the sea, dear friend!
My dear friend, having with you born out
The most precious treasures of the land.

I am robbed and deceived - There's no letter,
No ring in my memory!
How the features are memorable to me