Marina Tsvetaeva - Nostalgia

Nostalgia – a hassle,
Long- exposed!
I’m absolutely pointless
Where to go

Along the streets of  cobble,
I drag myself,
To some unknown barrack
I call “my place”

I’m absolutely passive
If I must snap
Like a lion  captivated
By people’s mass

Or, ousted, hide in private,
Like a  bear,
Can’t bear innuendos
Everywhere       

I won’t be either flattered
By native tongue,
Don’t matter in what language
I’m cursed by one!

(Those who engage in
papers, fond of buzz)
They’re eager for the century -
I can't care less 

I’m like a lifeless trunk
Left from a tree
All people look  alike -
To mindless me

Or maybe even days
I held most dear
My soul, my precious soul, 
Could not secure

That land was so unfeeling
Even sleuth
Would not detect a birthmark
'cross my soul

Each home, each dome is foreign
Indiscrete,
But should I meet a rowan
On the street…


1934
vip/2013   



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