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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Prayer

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Christ and the Lord! I thirst for marvel
Now, here, as the day would start!
The life is like a book to me,
So let me die. Let me depart.

You're wise, and sternly 'Now be patient,
Your time's not ripe' you will not say.
Yourself you gave me - too much now!
I thirst at once - for every way!

I want it all: with soul of gypsy
To run to plunder with a song,
To suffer for all near an organ,
To run to war, an Amazon;

To divine stars in a black tower
The kids through shadows to lead…
That yesterday would be a legend,
That each and every day be mad!

I love the cross, the silk, the helmet,
The minute's trace of soul of mine..
You gave me childhood - better than fiction
Now let me die at seventeen!
Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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COMMENTS
Dr Antony Theodore 09 September 2019
I love the cross, the silk, the helmet, The minute's trace of soul of mine.. You gave me childhood - better than fiction Now let me die at seventeen! .. sad poem at the end but with lots of reflections. tony
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