From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   Loving him greater than a brother,   
   Loving his kind, his throne, his blood,   
   Daughter of Elise, Camerata,   
   You knew the way in which burns love.   
      
   Suddenly you, not dressed in garlands,   
   Without a myrtle, song and band,   
   Into most beautiful of legends   
   You entered with him, hand in hand.   
      
   As if before a coffin bending   
   Blessing him onto his travails,   
   The prince's hand, just like a temple,   
   You brought to your lips and went pale.   
      
   And lowered the prince's eyelids   
   And then he knew without words:   
   With this gesture he knew, in silence,   
   Forever would unite two souls.   
      
   What for you is Romeo and Juliet   
   Nightingale's song in the dark groves!   
   Without vows they one another heeded,   
   A dark raincoat, tunic like snow.   
      
   And now, with great force of the gesture,   
   You have become till end of years,   
   Although the vows were not stated,   
   The groom and the pale bride forever.   
      
   Dressed fully in the mourning attire,   
   In wave of the dark hairstyle you stand,   
   And both the children, and the flowers   
   He - in the halo of light strands.   
      
   The payback did not reach you either,   
   For in you was asleep the blood.   
   Daughter of Elise, Camerata,   
   You knew the way in which burns love.   
      
   By Marina Tsvetayeva   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
   http://az.lib.ru/c/cwetaewa_m_i/english_trans.shtm   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)