A moon gate in my wall: собрание стихотворений

659. Марина Цветаева (1892–1941). «Белье на речке полощу…»

I wash my laundry in the brook,
I grow two flowers in my nook.
I cross my heart when church bells call,
I fast when there's no food at all.
As soft as silk — my soul, my hair.
My reputation must be fair.
To do my duty is my belief.
But oh, I love you — wolf and thief!

[1960s]

660. Марина Цветаева (1892–1941). «Ты дал нам мужества…»

You gave us courage
a hundredfold —
let the worlds turn —
we will keep our hold;

and ribs so strong

they'll stand all pain
and remember the Kingdom
even when slain;

You lifted Your likeness

to the sky
since Your faith in Your likeness
wouldn't die.

They give us breath

and give us sweat
enough to bear
Your bounty yet!

[1960s]

661. Владислав Ходасевич(1886–1939). Музыка [309]