Marina Tsvetayeva

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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.


    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
    Of your face, wondering for centuries.

    How memorable is the asking, attentive
    Stare - inviting to sit near -
    And the worldy flattery of the dying
    And the smile from the great Afar -

    My dear friend, gone to sailing eternally -
    A fresh hillock among other mounds!
    Pray that there will not be other sailors
    Ensconced in your heavenly sound.

    By Marina Tsvetayeva
    Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
     

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