From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
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   Such voices can be,   
   That you're silent, don't repeat them,   
   So that wonders you foresee.   
   There are also giant eyes   
   The color of the sea   
      
   Now he stands in front of you:   
   Look at forehead and at blood   
   And compare him with you!   
   The decrepit blood,   
   Tiredness turned blue.   
      
   Of each noble vein   
   Blueness triumphs.   
   Gesture of the prince and lion   
   With a white foam lace   
   Repeats again.   
      
   Your regiment's - dragoon,   
   Decembrists and Versaillians!   
   You don't know - he's so young -   
   Fingers ask for brushes,   
   Spars and strings.   
      
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   Like seaweed, like branches of willows   
   Of Malmazonia are your limbs,   
   Thus you did lie in sprays of sea foam   
   And absent-mindedly transfixed   
      
   Upon the sweet light-golden melons   
   Of diamond and aquamarine   
   The eyes forever semi-open   
   So blue-and-grayish, bluish-green.   
      
   The waves are just like rabid lions,   
   The arrows of the sun did fly.   
   And from intolerable blueness   
   Too whitish, you did there lie.   
      
   Behind the back, the desert, somewhere   
   The station Djankoi had to be,   
   And underneath your arm stretched out   
   Melon grew golden quietly.   
      
   Thus, calm and precious, you lie there,   
   Don't give a glance and do not see,   
   But look - and waves will heave with power,   
   And mountains will be moved to sea.   
      
   And new moons will in sky be burning,   
   And joyful lions will lie down   
   Under the single downward leaning   
   Of your head beautiful and young.   
      
   By Marina Tsvetayeva   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)