From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   Who's made of stone, who's made of mud,   
   And I'm made from silver and shine.   
   My act is betrayal, my name is Marina,   
   The fragile sea foam am I.   
      
   Who is made from mud, who is made from flesh -   
   There's coffin and coffin plates..   
   Baptized in a sea font and unceasingly   
   Broken in my flight!   
      
   Through every heart, through every net   
   Will poke its head my will.   
   You will not make me the salt of the earth   
   Can you see these my loose curls?   
      
   I resurrect with each wave, pounding   
   Against your granite knees!   
   May be well the foam - the high foam -   
   The happy foam of the seas!   
      
   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)