Yesterday you looked me in the eyes
Today you look away
Yesterday you stayed till morning birds
But now all larks turned into ravens
I am silly, you are smart
You are alive and I am numb
The shout of women of all times: "My darling, what've I done to you?!"
And tears for her are water and blood
Water - washed in blood, in tears!
Love is not a mother - stepmother,
There will be no court and no mercy.
Ships take away the beloved ones
White roads leads them away
And there is a moan all over the earth: "My darling, what have I done to you?!"
Yesterday you were at my feet,
Praised me like Chinese Empire
But suddenly unclenched both hands
My life fell out like a rusty coin
Like a child-murderer I stand in front of the court.
Not loved, not brave.
I'll say to you even in hell: "My darling, what have I done to you?"
I'll ask the chair, I'll ask the bed: "How did I deserve this suffering?"
"Kissed you enough and came back on the road - to kiss another one" - they answer.
You taught me to live in flames
But abandoned me in a cold desert.
That is what you have done to me. MY DARLING, WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU?!
I know it all - don't argue.
She, who can see again, is not good for a lover anymore.
Where love stands back, Death, the gardener, approaches.
The ripe apple falls down in time - no need to shake the tree.
Forgive me, my darling, for all - for all I have done to you.
(c) Poem by Marina Tsvetaeva. Translation by me.
All photos self-shot by me. Full set (64 photos) on my Patreon, public post - https://www.patreon.com/posts/36068528
