The days of absurd all are mine –
I beg a beggar for a dime,
And give to rich a coin for bareness.
I thread a needle with a beam,
Entrust my keys to burglar team
And rouge with powder all my paleness.
But beggar wouldn’t give a dime,
And rich would all my coins decline,
And needle needs no beam but cotton.
A burglar enters with no keys,
And foolish woman is in tears –
These absurd days so full of rotten.
Марина Цветаева Мой день беспутен и нелеп, перевод
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