By-passer By M. Tsvetaeva

You're walking, the way that I used to:
Eyes cast downward,a shadowed stride...
I did so whenever I felt blue!
Oh,Stranger! Please, pause and abide.

Read,grabbing some bachelor's button
And poppy to make some bouquets:
They called me Marina in those days,
And how many years I'd embrace.

Don't worry ... It  isn't a grave's end,
 I will not emerge,  threat in flight,
I loved far too much,oh my dear friend,
To laugh when it didn't feel right!

Blood rushed to the surface with a blaze,
Curls cascaded, woven with grace...
I was so alive, oh by-passer!
Dear Stranger, please,pause and embrace!

And pluck a wild stem... It's a delight
With berries, attached to its tread,-
They 're cemetery strawberries... Red, bright,
The sweetest as well...as they said.

But don't stand so gloomily, my friend,
Like your head is bowed in woe,
Let thoughts of me  fly in and then blend...
Then easily, please ,let them go.

You're covered with sunshine's blessings,
Which look like a golden haze...
And don't be so fazed by confessings
That come from beneath the earth's maze.