Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | April 19, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: My Poems…

by Marina Tsvetaeva (1892 – 1941).

 

My Poems… (1913)

 

My poems, written early, when I doubted

that I could ever play the poet’s part,

erupting, as though water from a fountain

or sparks from a petard,

 

and rushing as though little demons, senseless,         5

into a sanctuary, where incense spreads,

my poems about death and adolescence,

– that still remain unread! –

 

collecting dust in bookstores all this time,

where no one comes to carry them away,                  10

my poems, like exquisite, precious wines,

will have their day!

 

(transl. by Andrey Kneller)

 

Notes:

http://home.comcast.net/~kneller/tsvetaeva.html

http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/tsveta.htm

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