Two suns are cooling down, - God, I protest! -
One - in the sky, the other - in my chest.
How these two suns - could my conscience forget? -
How these two suns were driving me mad!
Both cooling now, - their rays won’t hurt your eyes!
The one that burned the hottest is the first to die.
October 6, 1915
By Marina Tsvetaeva
Translation by Andrey Kneller
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