Marina Tsvetaeva
To Sergei Efron-Durnovo. 1. Such voices can be...

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Such voices can be,
That you're silent, don't repeat them,
So that wonders you foresee.
There are also giant eyes
The color of the sea

Now he stands in front of you:
Look at forehead and at blood
And compare him with you!
The decrepit blood,
Tiredness turned blue.

Of each noble vein
Blueness triumphs.
Gesture of the prince and lion
With a white foam lace
Repeats again.

Your regiment's — dragoon,
Decembrists and Versaillians!
You don't know — he's so young —
Fingers ask for brushes,
Spars and strings.

Translated by Ilya Shambat