From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   Yesterday you looked in my eyes,   
   And all things slant aside right now!   
   Yesterday you sat before birds   
   And now all larks turn into crows!   
      
   I'm dumb, and you are very smart,   
   You live, I'm stupefied, I hear.   
   O cry of women of all times:   
   "What have I done to you, my dear?!"   
      
   Tears are to her like water, blood -   
   Like water, washed in blood, in tears!   
   Don't wait for trial or mercy: love   
   Is stepmother, not Mom, it's clear.   
      
   Ships bear away the ones we love,   
   A white road them away does bear...   
   And stands the moan across all earth:   
   "What have I done to you, my dear?"   
      
   Yesterday you lay at my feet!   
   Compared to China! When both hands   
   You forced apart from fists to palms   
   Life fell out like a rusty cent!   
      
   At trial, as killer of a child   
   I stand - not dear, and full of fear.   
   And I will say to you in hell:   
   What have I done to you, my dear?"   
      
   I'll ask the chair, I'll ask the bed:   
   "Why do I suffer and am poor?"   
   They answer "He has kissed - now break   
   Upon the wheel; now kiss one more."   
      
   To live he taught in fire itself,   
   He threw on icy steppes austere!   
   What did you, dear, do to me?   
   What have I done to you, my dear?   
      
   I know all - do not contradict!   
   Seeing anew - no more the lover!   
   Where love no longer does exist,   
   There Death the gardener comes over.   
      
   Itself - why shake the tree? In time   
   Ripe apple falls itself right here.   
   For all, for all forgive me please,   
   What have I done to you, my dear!   
      
   By Marina Tsvetayeva   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
   http://lib.ru/POEZIQ/CWETAEWA/sbornik_engl.txt   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)