Marina Tsvetaeva - To be tender, fierce and noisy

To be tender, fierce and noisy,
-  So a-thirst to live!
To be charming, yet so clever -
A delightful Miss !

Tender more than Past or Present,
- Live without a shame…
- Dare, for in a gravely desert
We are all the same!

To be one whom they  discredit,
- Oh, to be like ice!
Ignorant of what was buried,,
Or what’s gonna rise, 

Quit my heart that once was broken
And then fix again,
Quit my words that once were spoken,
And my lustrous mane.

Bracelet from a turquoise ancient -
On a  little stem,
Lithe and slender thing I treasure
That I call my hand…

How I tried to paint a cloud
Over the distant land,
How  I took the pearly brushes
With my own hand,

How I loved to jump like crazy
Over the country fence,
How a  shadow followed hasty
On a road I raced,   

How the azure  skies were pourin’,
How tranquil were days……
- All my naughtiness, my torrent,
All my poetrys!

My extinguishable wonder
Laughter  will disperse, 
Ever pinkish, I'll be sooner
Paler than the rest.

And no more  my eyes will open -   
- O please,  pity me! -
For a sunset, for a token,
Neither for a tea - 

Eyelids won’t be ever able
- For a flower to see  !
Earth, forgive myself forever,
For eternity.

And the moons will melt as ever,
As the snow does,
After this young age is over 
Me myself will pass.



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Быть нежной, бешеной и шумной


29/03/2017