My Poems Poem by Vic Postnikov
My Poems
My poems written so early
I didn't know myself a poet,
Spatter like a fountain pearly,
Or spit like a rocket.
My poems dash like devils
Into a sanctuary sleepy and pious,
Telling of youth and perils
In unknown rhymes.
Scattered 'mid bookstore dust,
Cast like pearls before swines,
My poems shall see their days
Like aged wines.
- Marina Tsvetaeva,1913
Trans. Vic Postnikov,2012
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