From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   How many people fell in this abyss,   
   I fathom from afar!   
   There will be time, and I will vanish too   
   From earth's exterior.   
      
   All will be still, that sang and that did struggle,   
   That glistened and rejoiced:   
   The greenness of my eyes, the gold of my hair,   
   And this my tender voice.   
      
   Life will continue with its soft hot bread,   
   With day's oblivion.   
   All will continue - under outstretched heavens   
   As if I'd never been!   
      
   Like children changeable in every mien   
   And angry not for long,   
   Who loved the times when in the fireplace   
   Into ash turned the log,   
      
   Violin and cavalcade within the forest   
   And in the village, bell...   
   Upon this dear earth - I will be no longer   
   That was alive and real!   
      
   To all - who are the friends and strangers   
   To me, who never knew what was enough?   
   I turn to you with this my faith's demand   
   And the request for love.   
      
   Both day and night, in word and letter both:   
   For truth of yes and no,   
   For that though I am but twenty I am   
   So often in such sorrow,   
      
   For unavoidably my slights and trespasses   
   Will be forgiven me -   
   For all of my impetuous tenderness   
   And look too proud and free -   
      
   For quickness of events as they come rushing,   
   For truth, for play, say I -   
   Please hear me! But do also please love me   
   For this that I will die.   
      
   By Marina Tsvetayeva   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
   http://lib.ru/POEZIQ/CWETAEWA/sbornik_engl.txt   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)