You won’t leave me! You’re the warden.
I’m the convict. We’re chained in our lives.
And for both, one expulsion order
To hollowed emptiness applies.
And my temper is peaceful and passive!
And my vision is clear and fine!
Won’t you let me, escort, I ask you,
To take a leisurely stroll to that pine?
June 26, 1916
By Marina Tsvetaeva
Translation by Andrey Kneller
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