Marina Tsvetaeva
The Polar Deer

I love you all my life and every day.
I feel you as the huge dark shade,
As hovel's smoke in the polar land.

I love you all my life and every hour.
But that's of no need — your lips, eye's power.
All's just begun and ended — yourself out.

I just remember: soniferous bow,
The collar large and fair clear snow,
The stars, that stuck the horns all over...

And from the horns half-heaven — shade,
And hovel's smoke in the polar land.
You're - polar deer! — I've catched the shape.

Translated by Lyudmila Purgina