The Words Are Scripted In The Skies... Poem by Vic Postnikov

The Words Are Scripted In The Skies...



The words are scripted in the skies –
And blinded are the beauty eyes …
And fear of death-bed disappears,
And sweetness of the love-bed dies.

Some sweat, some slave in self-negation!
We've got the next infatuation:
Unearthly kindling o’er the curls –
A breath of inspiration!

1918, Marina Tsvetaeva
2007, Trans. by V.Postnikov

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Vic Postnikov

Vic Postnikov

St-Petersburg, Russia
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