He's taken all from me, executioner God.
Health, strength of will, the air, and sleep.
Only one thing did he leave me, and that
Is you, that I may continue to praise him.
Всё отнял у меня казнящий бог:
Здоровье, силу воли, воздух, сон,
Одну тебя при мне оставил он,
Чтоб я ему еще молиться мог.
«A Lady has checked in to ship / A couch / A pouch / A grip / A hamper / A paper / A hat / And also a pint-sized mutt. At the station she was handed out / Four baggage receipts of green color / Which listed without a skip / The couch / The pouch / The grip / The hamper / ...»
«Lone sail against blue sea-mist: / what is it seeking? / What forsaken? Wind, waves, and bending mast: / not happiness... / not happiness. / In beam of gold, on azure / the rebel flees / for stormy seas.»
«There will be thunder then. Remember me. / Say: ‘She asked for storms.’ This entire / World will be the colour of crimson stone, / And your heart, as then, will turn to fire. / That day, in Moscow, a true prophecy, / When for the last time I say goodbye, / Soaring to the heavens I lo...»
«My white-fingered one, my dark princess. / Marina Tsvetaeva My double and my jester, unseen, / You who hide at the heart of bushes, / Who nestle in the house of the stare, / Who flit among cemetery crosses. / Who call from the Marinkina Tower: / "Here I am, I’m home today. / Cherish...»