Just live! - I dropped my arms,
I dropped my burning forehead in my arms.
Thus, a young Tempest listens to God
Somewhere in the field, in some
And upon the high wave of my breathing
Imperious - as if from the sky -
a hand descends.
And someone’s lips descend onto my lips.
- Thus God listens to a young Tempest.
June 20, 1917
By Marina Tsvetaeva
Translation by Andrey Kneller
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