Marina Tsvetaeva, Poem 'absence' Poem by Grace G.A Green

Don't think, don't moan, don't argue, don't sleep.
No longer eager for the sun, the moon, the sea, the ship.
No longer feel how hot is between walls,
How field is green and floral garden.
The most awaited and precious gift, no longer wait.
Not morning nor the ring of running tram can make me happy.
I live without seeing day, forgetting
Time and Era.
It seems I am on short cut rope - a little dancer.
I am someone's shadow
and two dark moons - sleepwalker.


Absence,1914 Marina Tsvetaeva
Translated by Grace Green 2023