Marina Tsvetaeva,
Floor-cleaners' Song
“ Reeling, glide at you, we dance it: ‘Tip us nicely for the gloss!’ It’s no putty that we daubs On your ashen-wooden floors It’s the bloody sweat we daubs Over all your pretty floors We polish it hard! ”
Marina Tsvetaeva,
A tender noisy troublemaker ..…
“ By laugh dispelled; The pinkest ever under heaven So deadly paled ... They will not open – no, they mustn’t – But love them do! – Not for a glance or for a sunset Nor fields bedewed: Forever still, my eyes unmoving – Nor for a bloom! – My lovely Earth, forgive me truly For ages doomed! But moons will ever keep on waning And wax as snow But never youth of mine, refraining – Once it will go. This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content. ”
Marina Tsvetaeva,
The Train of Life
“ I will not in this bundle of female flesh Wait for my deathly doom! I want for the train to be drunk and rash – Death is no class’s boon! For prowess, for rashness, for head-smashing crashness! – How the devils do bother! ”
