Marina Tsvetaeva To be gentle, frantic and noisy - So long for life! Forget how the heart split and fused together again
To have such zeal to live forever, -
Fierce, tender, free! -
To be enamoring and clever
And lovely me!
More tender than them all, forsaking
The guilt, the shame ...
Oh, indignation, grave is making
Each one the same!
To turn what none would ever nurture,
Oh, cold as ice!
And to be lost to past and future;
To worth and vice.
To leave the heart that was once broken
And fused again;
To leave the words that were once spoken,
The shiny mane,
That dainty vintage turquoise bracelet -
Upon a vine,
A stem so thin, so elongated -
The wrist of mine ...
The way that wrist was busy lifting
A pearly pen
To draw the distant raincloud drifting
Here now and then;
The way those feet were leaping over
A fence built wide;
The way that shadow tried to hover
Close to my side;
Of peaceful days the calm contentment;
Of blue the force ...
All misbehaving, all resentment,
And all my verse!
My miracle so consummated
Will oust the fun.
I, ever rosy, will be fainter
Than anyone.
And they won’t lift - such is the duty -
Oh mercy me! -
Not for the sunset, nor for beauty,
Nor to just see -
My eyelids will stay down - nor blooming
Or rustling tree! -
My earth, forgive for all the looming
Infinity
Same moon, same snow, in ways eternal,
Will melt away
When it is gone, this young and vernal,
This lovely day.
Be gentle, mad and noisy
“So long for life!” -
Charming and smart, -
Charming to be!
Tender than all who are and were
Do not know guilt ...
- About the indignation in the grave
We are all equal!
Become something that no one is cute
- Oh, become like ice! -
Unaware of what was,
Nothing will come
Forget how the heart split
And it has grown together again
Forget your words and voice
And the shine of the hair.
Antique turquoise bracelet -
On the stalk
On this narrow, this long
To my hand ...
Like sketching a cloud
From afar
For the mother of pearl handle
I took a hand
How legs jumped
Through the wattle fence
Forget how near the road
A shadow was running.
Forget like a flame in azure
How quiet the days are ...
- All your pranks, all the storms
And all the verses!
My accomplished miracle
Drive the laughter.
I, forever pink, will
The paler of all.
And they will not open - so it is necessary -
- Oh, take pity! -
Neither for sunset nor for sight
Not for the fields -
My drooping eyelids.
- Not for a flower! -
My land, forgive forever
For all centuries.
And the moons will also melt
And melt the snow
When this young one rushes through
Adorable century.
Reviews
Zhenya, what a delight. As if it were born in English.
Alive, alive.
I am only surprised by "got" here: words that got once spoken- why not just "were"? "Got" is a slightly vernacular form.
Once again, lovely!
Thank you, Galya, I corrected - indeed, somehow a strange expression was cut out. :) I love this poem so much, apparently it turned out to be properly imbued. Very happy!
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Be gentle, mad and noisy
“So long for life!” -
Charming and smart, -
Charming to be!
Tender than all who are and were
Do not know guilt ...
- About the indignation in the grave
We are all equal!
Become something that no one is cute
- Oh, become like ice! -
Unaware of what was,
Nothing will come
Forget how the heart split
And it has grown together again
Forget your words and voice
And the shine of the hair.
Antique turquoise bracelet -
On the stalk
On this narrow, this long
To my hand ...
Like sketching a cloud
From afar
For the mother of pearl handle
I took a hand
How legs jumped
Through the wattle fence
Forget how near the road
A shadow was running.
Forget like a flame in azure
How quiet the days are ...
- All your pranks, all the storms
And all the verses!
My accomplished miracle
Drive the laughter.
I, forever pink, will
The paler of all.
And they will not open - so it is necessary -
- Oh, take pity! -
Neither for sunset nor for sight
Not for the fields -
My drooping eyelids.
- Not for a flower! -
My land, forgive forever
For all centuries.
And the moons will also melt
And melt the snow
When this young one rushes through
Adorable century.
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Marina Tsvetaeva
Be gentle, mad and noisy
“So long for life!” -
Charming and smart, -
Charming to be!
Tender than all who are and were
Do not know guilt ...
- About the indignation in the grave
We are all equal!
Become something that no one is cute
- Oh, become like ice! -
Unaware of what was,
Nothing will come
Forget how the heart split
And it has grown together again
Forget your words and voice
And the shine of the hair.
Antique turquoise bracelet -
On the stalk
On this narrow, this long
To my hand ...
Like sketching a cloud
From afar
For the mother of pearl handle
I took a hand
How legs jumped
Through the wattle fence
Forget how near the road
A shadow was running.
Forget like a flame in azure
How quiet the days are ...
- All your pranks, all the storms
And all the verses!
My accomplished miracle
Drive the laughter.
I, forever pink, will
The paler of all.
And they will not open - so it is necessary -
- Oh, take pity! -
Neither for sunset nor for sight
Not for the fields -
My drooping eyelids.
- Not for a flower! -
My land, forgive forever
For all centuries.
And the moons will also melt
And melt the snow
When this young one rushes through
Adorable century.
Theodosius, Christmas Eve 1913
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