From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
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   You will be innocent, gorgeous,   
   Refined - and to all alien.   
   A striving, aspiring mistress,   
   An enticing Amazon.   
      
   Your braids of hair, most likely,   
   To wear like a helmet you'll choose,   
   You will be the queen of the ballroom -   
   Of all the poems of our youth.   
      
   And your vicious blade of humor   
   Will pierce through many, queen,   
   And you will have at your feet   
   All of which I can but dream.   
      
   All will be obedient to you,   
   And all before you will be quiet.   
   Like me, you will indisputably   
   And better poems write.   
      
   But will you press tight and deadly   
   Those temples of yours - who knows -   
   Just like your young mother   
   Is pressing her temples now.   
      
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   Yes, I am jealous of you   
   With such a jealousy!   
   Yes, I also disturb you   
   With my angst already.   
      
   And this my miserable nature   
   In you is most awfully clear:   
   In your without two months two years -   
   You're in despair.   
      
   All dolls in whole wide world, all horses   
   You'll give without a second thought   
   For one page from my notebook   
   And pencil I brought.   
      
   You're in a fight with maids - you want   
   To do all things alone.   
   Then suddenly you're in despair:   
   "The sea's gone home."   
      
   However proudly I speak of you,   
   I can't transmit you all about   
   When you are asking me,   
   "Mother, Please kiss my snout."   
      
   You know, all in me is laughing   
   When somebody once again   
   Attempts to kiss you   
   In vain.   
      
   I am the snake that took the princess,   
   A dragon! Groom of grooms! O light   
   Of my eyes - O the jealousy   
   Of my night!   
      
   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)