Marina Tsvetaeva
Don Juan. 2. Long upon the foggy dawn...

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Long upon the foggy dawn
The snowstorm did weep.
In a bed of snow they lay
Don Juan to sleep.

No hot stars above his head,
Not a roaring fountain...
Othodox cross is on the chest
Of our Don Juan.

I have brought a Sevillian
Fan, black, so that night
That's eternal, for yourself
Would become more light.

That you'd see a woman's beauty
With your own sight,
I will bring without a doubt
A heart to you tonight.

And for now — from distant lands —
Sleep now, sleep in peace! —
You have come to me. Complete,
Don Juan, is your list.

Translated by Ilya Shambat