RuVerses Marina Tsvetaeva Nation
Marina Tsvetaeva
Nation
Unmoved by bullets, confrontations,
Unmoved by songs of celebration!
And so I gape, with admiration:
“What people! What a nation!”
A nation - such, that with elation -
A mouthpiece of vastness stationed -
A poet, gapes with adoration,
Dumbstruck: O, what a nation!
It won't submit to occupation,
Or to the luxury its shown, -
You try to beat it with starvation?
Try starving - granite stone!
(It's there - it cuts a stone with care,
Its grammar won't grow stagnant...
Engrained inside, it waits! - it flares! -
A garnet, makes - a magnet.)
…Took radium out of its chest,
And gave you a donation!
Alive, - with Europe still abreast -
To bury such a nation?
If you yourself are - such, my Lord!
You'll do it as I'm willing -
Don't sanctify it with your horde, -
Breathe life into the living!
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Translated by Andrey Kneller
Marina Tsvetaeva
People
Even a bullet won't take it,
And the song won't take it!
So I stand with my mouth open:
“People! What a people!
The people - such as the poet - The
herald of all latitudes -
As the poet, with his mouth open,
Stands - such a people!
When neither force takes,
nor the gift of grace, -
To starve such a people?
Granite - starve out!
(He sits - and a granite pebble,
And keeps a letter ... Buried
in your chest - burns! -
Pomegranate, creates - a magnet.)
... That radium from his chest
He took out and filed: here!
Alive - Europe in the middle -
Bury such a people?
The God! If you yourself are like that,
The people of my love
Do not rest with the saints - Revive
with the living!
May 20, 1939
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