From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   The demon in me   
   Is not dead but lives!   
   In self like in a jail   
   In body like in a bilge.   
      
   The world - is walls,   
   The exit - the axe.   
   ("The world is a stage,"   
   The actor speaks).   
      
   He did not deceive,   
   The lump-legged ogre.   
   In body - like in glory.   
   In body - like in a toga.   
      
   Many a year!   
   Rejoice in your life!   
   (Only the poets are   
   In a bone - like in a lie!)   
      
   We won't party,   
   Singing brothers,   
   In body like in a cotton   
   Gown of a father.   
      
   We're worth the best.   
   In heat we wilt.   
   In body - like in a stall.   
   In self - like in a pot.   
      
   Mortal magnificence   
   We do not hold.   
   In body - like in a morass,   
   In body - like in a vault,   
      
   In body - like in extreme   
   Exile. - Wilt!   
   In body - like in a secret,   
   In temples - like in a grip   
   Of an iron mask.   
      
   By Marina Tsvetayeva   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)