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Insanity - and good reason

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Subject: Insanity - and good reason
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by: Ilya Shambat - Wed, 26 Jul 2023 01:03 UTC

Insanity - and good reason,
Disgrace - and honor,
All, that brings on thoughtfulness,
Is spilling over -

In me. - All the penal passions
Become as one! -
All images wage war inside
This hair of mine!

The lover's whisper, all around
By rote I know,
Experience of twenty two years
Nothing but sorrow!

But - won't you say - innocently pink
Look I,
I'm virtuoso's virtuoso
In art of lies.

In her let out like a ball,
Caught once again,
The blood of Polish great-grandmoms
Is evident.

I lie because in cemeteries
The grass does grow,
I lie because in cemeteries
Snowstorm does blow...

From violin - from automobile -
From silk, from fire...
From torment that not only me
They all desired!

From pain, that I am not the bride
Of the groom...
From poem and gesture - for the gesture
And for the poem!

From tender boa on the neck...
And how can I
Not lie - when my voice sounds more tender
When I do lie...

By Marina Tsvetayeva
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat

Subject	Author
Insanity - and good reason	Ilya Shambat