Meeting
by Marina Tsvetaeva
The evening smoke has appeared above place,
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And once again the enormous wave -
And the eyelashes go asleep...
Oh, my nice body! My ashes
Of the lightest bird, positively!
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I've captured head and stand still, -
No matter of the peoples intrigues! -
I've captured head and am singing
At this dawn, late indeed.
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Oh, Muse of Weeping, the finest from all the muses!
Oh you, the crazy baby of hell of a white night!
You are sending the black and bad blizzard on Rus
(* Rus' - is the short word from Russia)
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And there is a plenty of botflies
around the indifferent old horses;
and there is my native red flag risen
high up by the wind in Kaluga; also -
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And I have in Moscow - the shining domes!
And I have in Moscow - the bells tolling!
And I have the tombs, standing in rows -
There the tzars and tzarinas are sleeping.
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Let's see the difference between the old and new...
The old thing is carrying you to
the old days, the former reminiscences
about joy, which couldn't be called easily...
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With great tenderness - because of
I'm going to leave you all -
I'm thinking a lot, who will be
the heir of the wolf's fur,
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You are going to west, where's a sun,
You will see there the evening light,
You are going to the west, where sun,
And a blizzard is hiding your site.
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Yes, with this lion's
golden scattering,
With this belt and
with this onward stepping, -
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