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    From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Mon Nov 15 15:11:14 2021
    I know you not and in no way
    I want to lose illusions starry
    With such a face in holes most dreary
    People are loyal to a ray.

    All that the fate has marked for grave
    Have such closed-off face instead.
    You are a page that was not read
    And no, you will not be a slave.

    A slave with such a face? Oh no!
    There is no error here by chance.
    Your slender figure and your glance
    Will be secret to many, I know.

    A heavy bracelet of your hair
    Under the thrown-over scarf
    (You'd do with guitar or a harp)
    And your pale face, as pale as air.

    I know you not. And possibly
    You're kind and moderate like all.
    Maybe! May these be ravings all!
    For only raving ones may be!

    Perhaps the day is not so far
    When I will fathom what's unseemly...
    But this to err - it is so relieving!
    It is so easy yet to err!

    Touching the scarf with a light hand,
    There where the whistles shrilly blow.
    This is the you that I will know
    Where you just like a riddle stand.

    By Marina Tsvetayeva
    Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat

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  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Wed May 4 17:05:18 2022
    I know you not and in no way
    I want to lose illusions starry
    With such a face in holes most dreary
    People are loyal to a ray.

    All that the fate has marked for grave
    Have such closed-off face instead.
    You are a page that was not read
    And no, you will not be a slave.

    A slave with such a face? Oh no!
    There is no error here by chance.
    Your slender figure and your glance
    Will be secret to many, I know.

    A heavy bracelet of your hair
    Under the thrown-over scarf
    (You'd do with guitar or a harp)
    And your pale face, as pale as air.

    I know you not. And possibly
    You're kind and moderate like all.
    Maybe! May these be ravings all!
    For only raving ones may be!

    Perhaps the day is not so far
    When I will fathom what's unseemly...
    But thus to err - it is so relieving!
    It is so easy yet to err!

    Touching the scarf with a light hand,
    There where the whistles shrilly blow.
    This is the you that I will know
    Where you just like a riddle stand.

    By Marina Tsvetayeva
    Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat

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  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Mon Jun 20 15:52:05 2022
    I know you not and in no way
    I want to lose illusions starry
    With such a face in holes most dreary
    People are loyal to a ray.

    All that the fate has marked for grave
    Have such closed-off face instead.
    You are a page that was not read
    And no, you will not be a slave.

    A slave with such a face? Oh no!
    There is no error here by chance.
    Your slender figure and your glance
    Will be secret to many, I know.

    A heavy bracelet of your hair
    Under the thrown-over scarf
    (You'd do with guitar or a harp)
    And your pale face, as pale as air.

    I know you not. And possibly
    You're kind and moderate like all.
    Maybe! May these be ravings all!
    For only raving ones may be!

    Perhaps the day is not so far
    When I will fathom what's unseemly...
    But this to err - it is so relieving!
    It is so easy yet to err!

    Touching the scarf with a light hand,
    There where the whistles shrilly blow.
    This is the you that I will know
    Where you just like a riddle stand.

    By Marina Tsvetayeva
    Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat

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  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Tue Jul 5 23:38:42 2022
    I know you not and in no way
    I want to lose illusions starry
    With such a face in holes most dreary
    People are loyal to a ray.

    All that the fate has marked for grave
    Have such closed-off face instead.
    You are a page that was not read
    And no, you will not be a slave.

    A slave with such a face? Oh no!
    There is no error here by chance.
    Your slender figure and your glance
    Will be secret to many, I know.

    A heavy bracelet of your hair
    Under the thrown-over scarf
    (You'd do with guitar or a harp)
    And your pale face, as pale as air.

    I know you not. And possibly
    You're kind and moderate like all.
    Maybe! May these be ravings all!
    For only raving ones may be!

    Perhaps the day is not so far
    When I will fathom what's unseemly...
    But this to err - it is so relieving!
    It is so easy yet to err!

    Touching the scarf with a light hand,
    There where the whistles shrilly blow.
    This is the you that I will know
    Where you just like a riddle stand.

    By Marina Tsvetayeva
    Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat https://ruverses.com/marina-tsvetaeva/silhouette-at-the-station/5657/

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  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Wed Aug 3 15:46:36 2022
    I know you not and in no way
    I want to lose illusions starry
    With such a face in holes most dreary
    People are loyal to a ray.

    All that the fate has marked for grave
    Have such closed-off face instead.
    You are a page that was not read
    And no, you will not be a slave.

    A slave with such a face? Oh no!
    There is no error here by chance.
    Your slender figure and your glance
    Will be secret to many, I know.

    A heavy bracelet of your hair
    Under the thrown-over scarf
    (You'd do with guitar or a harp)
    And your pale face, as pale as air.

    I know you not. And possibly
    You're kind and moderate like all.
    Maybe! May these be ravings all!
    For only raving ones may be!

    Perhaps the day is not so far
    When I will fathom what's unseemly...
    But this to err - it is so relieving!
    It is so easy yet to err!

    Touching the scarf with a light hand,
    There where the whistles shrilly blow.
    This is the you that I will know
    Where you just like a riddle stand.

    By Marina Tsvetayeva
    Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat http://az.lib.ru/c/cwetaewa_m_i/english_trans.shtml

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  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Thu Dec 15 17:05:42 2022
    I know you not and in no way
    I want to lose illusions starry
    With such a face in holes most dreary
    People are loyal to a ray.

    All that the fate has marked for grave
    Have such closed-off face instead.
    You are a page that was not read
    And no, you will not be a slave.

    A slave with such a face? Oh no!
    There is no error here by chance.
    Your slender figure and your glance
    Will be secret to many, I know.

    A heavy bracelet of your hair
    Under the thrown-over scarf
    (You'd do with guitar or a harp)
    And your pale face, as pale as air.

    I know you not. And possibly
    You're kind and moderate like all.
    Maybe! May these be ravings all!
    For only raving ones may be!

    Perhaps the day is not so far
    When I will fathom what's unseemly...
    But this to err - it is so relieving!
    It is so easy yet to err!

    Touching the scarf with a light hand,
    There where the whistles shrilly blow.
    This is the you that I will know
    Where you just like a riddle stand.

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

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  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Sun Jul 16 17:03:07 2023
    I know you not and in no way
    I want to lose illusions starry
    With such a face in holes most dreary
    People are loyal to a ray.

    All that the fate has marked for grave
    Have such closed-off face instead.
    You are a page that was not read
    And no, you will not be a slave.

    A slave with such a face? Oh no!
    There is no error here by chance.
    Your slender figure and your glance
    Will be secret to many, I know.

    A heavy bracelet of your hair
    Under the thrown-over scarf
    (You'd do with guitar or a harp)
    And your pale face, as pale as air.

    I know you not. And possibly
    You're kind and moderate like all.
    Maybe! May these be ravings all!
    For only raving ones may be!

    Perhaps the day is not so far
    When I will fathom what's unseemly...
    But this to err - it is so relieving!
    It is so easy yet to err!

    Touching the scarf with a light hand,
    There where the whistles shrilly blow.
    This is the you that I will know
    Where you just like a riddle stand.

    By Marina Tsvetayeva
    Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat

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