Quiet Light - Tsvetaeva

Poems to Blok

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Your name - a bird in the hand,
Your name - icicle language,
A single movement of the lips,
Your name - five letters.
ball, caught on the fly,
Silver jingle mouth,

A rock, thrown into a quiet pond,
Vskhlipnet so, what is your name.
In light clicking of hooves night
Loud roars your name.
And we call it the temple
Zvonko clicking the trigger.

Your name - ah, must not! —
Your name - a kiss on the eyes,
At the tender age of cold motionless,
Your name - a kiss in the snow.
Key, ice, Blue sip ...
With Your Name - deep sleep.

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