I like that you re not sick of me

Анна Сафр
M. Tsvetayeva

I like that you’re not sick of me.
I like that I’m not sick of you.
That our heavy globe will never
Swim away neath our feet.
I like that I can be amusing,
Loose – and e’en don’t play with words,
Don’t blush with suffocating wave,
When our sleeves touch slightly.

I also like that you, in front of me,
Can freely hug another woman,
That you don’t prophesy to me
To burn in fire of the Hell,
Because I do not kiss you,
That you don’t mention gentle name
Of mine in daytime or at night,
That Hallelujah’ll be never sung for us
In calm of church, my dear.

I thank you by my heart and hand,
Because you love me, - though
Not knowing by yourself! -
For my night peace,
For rarity of our meetings in sunsets,
For our under Moon non-strolls,
For sun, that isn’t overhead,
For – alas! – you’re not sick of me,
For – alas! – I’m not sick of you.


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