(Translated from Russian)
Oh, thank you God I've got no lust for you,
I'm happy you will never turn my feeling
So I may keep my cold and no new
Sensations to experience be willing
I thank you, Lord and Heaven, so much
That promises and gestures don't matter
Which might have made me burn from sudden touch
Or silly phrase occurring in my chatter
I've got to thank you also for my dream
Disturbed by no unexpected yearning,
For someone else's stars in distant gleam,
For someone else's weeping till the morning,
For my remaining reasonable, free
From stupid or embarrassing confession,
That you, alas, will never fancy me,
That I, alas, will never be your passion.
From Marina Tsvetayeva
© Copyright: Алексей Кошелкин, 2017
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