Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Marina Tsvetaeva

I – am. You – will be. An abyss between us.
I drink. You thirst. In vain, we try to agree.
Ten years between us, a hundred thousand
Years between us. – God builds no bridges.

Be! – that’s my commandment! Let me pass,
So that my breath doesn’t hinder your growth.
I – am. You – will be. Ten springs from now,
You’ll say: - I am! – and I will say: - once was...

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