On a date that have been appointed
I will be late. I`ll come with sky
And with spring - grey-haired, anointed,
But you have appointed it so high!
I will push through long years - bitter taste
Оf mercury that Ophelia loves!
I will push through mountains - and desert,
I will push through lost souls – and shoves.
And Earth will live for long! The slum cried -
Blood! And each drop – is backwater.
But always with the stream's side
Ophelia's face in bitter grass watches me.
Drowning my share of passion, only
Filled with sludge! – With a sheaf, on gravel!
I have loved you highly and lonely,
I was buried in sky, it is travel.
Перевод Марины Цветаевой На назначенное свиданье..
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