REQUIEM by Marina Tsvetaeva 1913 How many have already fallen there- Far land with no way back- As everyone in turn,Im also destined To reach the last instant. My grass-green eyes,my soul that sang and fought And spread her blinding beams, My golden hair and enchanting voice Will vanish like a dream! The search of bread,the things of days importance Perpetually will last, And therell be all-as if my own life-span Was nothing but the dust! So childish in my faces,always shifting, And so seldom-harsh, Who liked so much to watch the wood in chimney Turn finally in ash, Who liked the cello,and the horses trot in forest, And bells which used to ring, So natural and true in every moment I had to live. To each of you-Ive never known the borders: Whos mine and whos not?!- I now appeal:believe me-this I order, And love me-this I want. I beg for love-both orally and written, For both yes and no, For days and nights,for being sadness-stricken And only 20 years old; Forgiving the offenders without doubt- As Im ordained; My tenderness eternal pouring out, And look that might seem vain; For things occur in happy incontinuance, For both truth and game; You,listen:love me most of all for reason That Ill die one day. Marina Tsvetaeva 1913 https://youtube/watch?v=znsP9FCizXs
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 09:59:04 +0000
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