Kseniya Rundel

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.

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  • Ramesh Rai (12/31/2011 11:26:00 PM)

    NICE POEM, A HAPPY NEW YEAR (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 23, 2011

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