Marina Tsvetaeva

“ 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.
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