From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   I know you not and in no way   
   I want to lose illusions starry   
   With such a face in holes most dreary   
   People are loyal to a ray.   
      
   All that the fate has marked for grave   
   Have such closed-off face instead.   
   You are a page that was not read   
   And no, you will not be a slave.   
      
   A slave with such a face? Oh no!   
   There is no error here by chance.   
   Your slender figure and your glance   
   Will be secret to many, I know.   
      
   A heavy bracelet of your hair   
   Under the thrown-over scarf   
   (You'd do with guitar or a harp)   
   And your pale face, as pale as air.   
      
   I know you not. And possibly   
   You're kind and moderate like all.   
   Maybe! May these be ravings all!   
   For only raving ones may be!   
      
   Perhaps the day is not so far   
   When I will fathom what's unseemly...   
   But this to err - it is so relieving!   
   It is so easy yet to err!   
      
   Touching the scarf with a light hand,   
   There where the whistles shrilly blow.   
   This is the you that I will know   
   Where you just like a riddle stand.   
      
   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)