Days like slipping slugs,
…Lines' unending chores…
What do I care for my life?
Not mine - if not yours.
Either, aloof from woes
Am I… - Eat or drowse?
What do I care for my body?
Not mine - if not yours.
- Marina Tsvetaeva
2017 Trans. Vic Postnikov
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem