Garden
by Marina Tsvetayeva (tr. D. McDuff)
Cure for this hell,
This fever, send
Me a garden
Toward my life's end,
Toward my life's end,
For my life's cares,
My years of work,
My hunchbacked years...
Toward my life's end,
Dog-like -- a bone,
Of burning years --
Cool garden stone.
For an outcast, send
A garden down,
With no one in,
No one around.
Garden: not a step!
Garden: not an eye!
Garden: not a peep!
Garden: not a cry!
Send me a garden down,
Deaf to every call,
With no sweetheart,
No hearts at all.
Tell me: of torment, that's enough --
A garden -- lonely as myself.
(But don't Yourself then stand nearby!)
A garden, solitary as I.
That's the garden I want, when I grow old...
That garden? Maybe -- that future world?
For my old age send it to me,
To take my soul and set it free.
by Marina Tsvetayeva (tr. D. McDuff)
Cure for this hell,
This fever, send
Me a garden
Toward my life's end,
Toward my life's end,
For my life's cares,
My years of work,
My hunchbacked years...
Toward my life's end,
Dog-like -- a bone,
Of burning years --
Cool garden stone.
For an outcast, send
A garden down,
With no one in,
No one around.
Garden: not a step!
Garden: not an eye!
Garden: not a peep!
Garden: not a cry!
Send me a garden down,
Deaf to every call,
With no sweetheart,
No hearts at all.
Tell me: of torment, that's enough --
A garden -- lonely as myself.
(But don't Yourself then stand nearby!)
A garden, solitary as I.
That's the garden I want, when I grow old...
That garden? Maybe -- that future world?
For my old age send it to me,
To take my soul and set it free.
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