From: ibshambat@gmail.com

Inept and aimless is my time:
I ask a beggar for a dime
I proffer cash to rich and famous,

Into the needle ray I weave,
Unto a robber key I give,
With whiting I am blushing paleness.

The bum puts nothing in my palms,
The rich man does not take my alms,
The needle won't let through the ray,

The robber enters without key,
Dumb woman weeps in streams of three
Over a fameless, empty day.

By Marina Tsvetayeva
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat

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