From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   Near is the meek image of the dark chapel   
   Where the organ does weep!   
   Alien to me is earthly joy.   
   I'm Angelique.   
      
   Quiet singing in unison sounds,   
   Unclear are the windows, it seems,   
   Elegant vaults have taken control   
   Of my life like dreams.   
      
   My sight in childhood slipped away there,   
   It's tormented by the towns.   
   Talk and the shining hall bore me indeed   
   And the world wears me down.   
      
   Someone lit candles before the Virgin.   
   (Does the sick healing await?)   
   This is the reason  I'm silent midst you:   
   I'm different all the way.   
      
   Sweet is the weakness of arms relaxed,   
   Light to me here is all woe.   
   Dark-leafed ivy, as if they were friends   
   Embraced the stones;   
      
   Grass has blossomed here all the way   
   Like almond, white and pink...   
   I need no joy. I don't pity the world:   
   I'm Angelique.   
      
   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)