Marina Tsvetaeva

From mirror's plane where clouds flow
In a dreamy way
I tried to force a path you go,
The final quay.

I see a mast in salty breeze --
You stand by side...
You go by train -- a dusky heath
Yields evening plight...

The evening heath is set in dew,
Crows are bold...
I bless you: let you go to
Four sides of world!


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, April 1994,
Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, July 1996.