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

Upon you from the purple clouds.

And you will get up, full of divine power..
And you won't repent that you were my lover.


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Past the towers at night
We are rushed by squares.
Oh, how roar of soldiers
In the night instills fear!

Rumble, loud heart!
Kiss with passion, love!
This roar is so bestial!
Daring - oh - is blood!

My mouth is aflame,
Given that sight's divine.
Like a golden chest
Iverskaya does shine.

You stop picking quarrels
And a candle light,
That it won't be now
With you as I'd like.


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The day will come - a sad day, they say!
They'll finish ruling, finish crying, burn away -
Chilled with the others' nickels all the same -
My eyes, moveable like the flame.
And - like a double as his double he does sense -
The likeness will appear through light face.
O, I at last will merit thee,
A gorgeous belt of beauty!

And from afar - do I envy thee? -
Will pull, absently cristening,
A pilgrimage along the road black
To my hand, which I surely won't draw back,
To my hand, on which the ban no longer sits,
To my hand, that no more exists.

Your kisses, O the living ones,
I won't oppose at first - not one.
The majesty's shawl beautiful
Has shrouded me from head to heel.
Nothing will make me blush, today