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The demon in me
Is not dead but lives!
In self like in a jail
In body like in a bilge.
The world - is walls,
The exit - the axe.
("The world is a stage,"
The actor speaks).
He did not deceive,
The lump-legged ogre.
In body - like in glory.
In body - like in a toga.
Many a year!
Rejoice in your life!
(Only the poets are
In a bone - like in a lie!)
We won`t party,
Singing brothers,
In body like in a cotton
Gown of a father.
We`re worth the best.
In heat we wilt.
In body - like in a stall.
In self - like in a pot.
Mortal magnificence
We do not hold.
In body - like in a morass,
In body - like in a vault,
In body - like in extreme
Exile. - Wilt!
In body - like in a secret,
In temples - like in a grip
Of an iron mask.
By Marina Tsvetayeva
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
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