Marina Tsvetaeva
Poems about Moscow. 6. The rain of bells drizzles above...

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The rain of bells drizzles above
The blue of near-Moscow groves.
Blind men wander the Kaluga road —

Beautiful — Kaluga — song, and the same
Washes and washes the names
Of peaceful wanderers, in darkness of ones praising God.

And I think at these times: Someday I
Of you, friends, and you, enemies, having tired,
And of compliance of Russian word —

A silver cross on my chest I will don
Cross myself and quietly go along
The old Kaluga road.

Translated by Ilya Shambat