Marina Tsvetaeva. In My Huge City Poem by Kseniya Rundel

In my huge city there is - a night.
I go from the sleeping home – aside.
And people think that I’m a daughter, a wife, -
But I remember only one thing: the night.

The July wind sweeps all my way - away,
Some quiet music in the window - play.
The wind will blow till the dawn - today
Through the thin chest walls into breast, - hey.

Here are a poplar black, and bells - on the tower,
And in the window the light, in hands – flowers,
And here is the step that after no one - leads,
And here is this shadow, but me - non-exist.

The lights are like - threads of the gold beads,
And in the mouth taste of the nocturnal-leaves.
Release me, please, from day ties,
Friends, can’t you see I am your - dream at nights.