Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Russian poetry: 'I've dissolved for you, in that glass over there' by Marina Tsvetayev


I'VE DISSOLVED FOR YOU, IN THAT GLASS OVER THERE
by Marina Tsvetayeva (trans. D. McDuff)

I've dissolved for you, in that glass over there,
A handful of my burnt hair.
So there will be no singing, no eating.
So there will be no drinking, no sleeping.

So your youth will lose its freshness,
And you sugar will lose its sweetness,
So at night you'll be locked in strife
With your young wife

As my golden tresses
Have turned to grey ashes
So your year years will be quite
Turned to winter, white.

So your ear will go deaf, and blind your eye,
So like moss you will become dry.
So you will vanish like a sigh.

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