Once Again A Window (Вот Опять Окно) Poem by Rayna Haque

Originally By Marina Tsevetaeva
Translated by Sam Klebanov and Rayna Haque


Through the window,
Where again neither sleeps-
Perhaps they sip mulled wine,
Perhaps they sit and stare.

Or where two embrace-
Arm in arm-
Hand in hand-
Every house has their own.

It is neither candles nor lamps that illuminate the dark:
It is sleepless eyes!
The scream of separation and reunion,
You are the window in the night.
Perhaps a hundred candles,
Perhaps three…
My mind knows no peace,
And now we have the same.
Pray my friend for a sleepless home,
For a window with a flame.