Me, Who Do Not Care At All Poem by Vic Postnikov
Me, Who Do Not Care At All
Me, who do not care at all
But of someone's hottest look
And a bunch of amber grapes -
Me, who had been dead-caressed
How can I bewail of lust?
Yet, in times of icing earth
I'm dreaming of you, death,
Of your frigorific grace
As a spouse dreams of her bed
Having tired of embrace.
- Marina Tsvetaeva, 1914
Trans. Vic Postnikov,2014
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