Marina Tsvetaeva
Disciple. 5. Perfect, miraculous moment...

5

Perfect, miraculous moment,
like a glimpse of the ancient world —
I remember watching them climb the hill,
how they mounted, side by side.
Their speech poured down in wondrous
interlacing waves, like streams
washing down a mountainside,
while the cloak enfolding them spilled
from their shoulders with undulant,
inevitable grace.
Above the above, from higher than high:
came evening beams which turned them to gold,
and their words turned the world into dreams
with a meaning that dawned upon us,
more gorgeous than sunset.

Translated by Seraphina Powell