"Marina Tsvetaeva. The Best (translated by Ilya Shambat) (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора Behind a window with a flame!
From Cycle "Poems to Blok" 1 A bird in the hand is your name, An icicle on the tongue is your name, One movement of your lips is your name, Five letters is your name. A ball caught in the flight it is, A silver tambourine between the lips, A stone, into a quiet pond thrown, Will sob the name by which you're known. Your loud name resonates in the light Crackling of the hooves in the night. And a trigger with crackling ample Will call it back into the temple. Your name - forbid this! - Your name - the eyes kiss, Your name - to the snow give a kiss. Key, ice, blue gulp - deep With your name is the sleep. 2 A knight without reproach, A ghost, a gentle one, Who is it that called you Into my life so young? In fog greyish-blue Dressed in a chausible Of snow, stand you. Around the city By the wind I'm chased, For the third evening A thief I sensed. The blue-eyed Singer of snow Stared at me so. |
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