Marina Tsvetaeva I like...

Marina Tsvetaeva (1892-1941)

I like your being sick but not with me.
And not by you,my being ill I also like it.
What heavy globe of Earth
Will never fly away from our dwelling.

I like my being funny, playing role,
My being lost and not
To play with word' games.
And never blush with suffocating wave,
Whenever touching sleeves so gently.

I also like that
When You're with me
So calmly hug another pretty,
You don't wish me hellfire burn
When I'm kissing of another cherish.

And that my precious name.
My gentle one,
You mention neither day
Nor night- in vain .
That : Hallelujah in the silent church
For us will never singing !

And also,thank you both
With all my heart and hand
Just for the fact,
you don't know well me...
So deeply love me:

For my nightly rests,
And so rare sunset datings,
For our never walking under moon,
And sunshine not for our happiness...

I like your being sick—alas! ...
But not with me,
And not by you my being ill—alas! ...
I also like it...