Orchard
For this hell,
For this toll,
Gimme an orchard
When I’m old.
When I’m old,
Aged with grief,
When I’m tired
Of hunchback years…
When I’m old,
Gimme a treasure,
For the scorched years -
a cool pleasure…
For a fugitive,
Give an orchard:
To be lost again,
To be urchin.
With no orders, please,
With no ears,
With no wanderers,
With no sneers.
Can the orchard be
A trade-off for pain?
Just a lonesome place,
For a lonesome fate.
Just an orchard place,
For my ending rest,
Or, perhaps, the space
For my future quest?
- Marina Tsvetaeva,1 Sept 1934
(Trans. by VP)
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