Marina Tsvetaeva
October 24, 1914
Today was thawing and today,
I by the window stood alone…
My look was sober, free of pain,
And chest at last in peaceful tone.
I didn’t know how come and then,
But might be tired precious Soul
And even my rebellious pen
I did not wish to touch at all.
I stood so long in foggy spell,
So far from Goodness and from Hell.
My finger was so softly drumming,
And glass vibrate, like crystal bell.
I was not best, not worst by Soul,
As random stranger, whom I met,
As paddle, colored like a pearl,
There splashed all splendid firmament.
As little bird, that flew by near,
As simply running single dog.
And even poorest woman-singer
Don’t force my tears to come at all.
The art of pretty sweet oblivion
My Soul has definitely learned,-
And some tremendous inner feeling
Today was thawing in my Soul.
translation by Marina Glasko ,
2023
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