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Mountain mourned, what’s now blood and heat
Will become – merely misery.
Mountain mentioned she would not release
Us, or with another let you be.
Mountain mourned, what’s now the world
and Rome Will become – merely smoke.
Mountain mentioned we were to be with
Other people (I don’t envy those folk!)
Mountain mourned the awful burden
Of a vow it’s too late to vow.
Mountain mentioned, duty and passion – That Gordian Knot is ancient now. Mountain mourned our mourning – Tomorrow! not now! when above brows There’s no longer memento, just mori! Tomorrow when we’ll understand.
A sound...as if somebody’s simply – Well...crying nearby?
Mountain mourned that singly, we Must descend through the mire – Into life, which, as we all know, is a: Mob – marketplace – barracks.
Also she mentioned that all mountain Poems are written like that.
Marina Tsvetaeva, Mountain Poem Translated by Diana Lewis Burgin
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