«Мне нравится, что вы больны не мной…»

(М.И. Цветаева)

«I like it – I am not the love of yours…»

I like it – I am not the love of yours.

I like it – you are not my one and only.

And never ever heavy globe of Earth

Will move away – by now we are lonely.

I like it – I don’t have to follow manners,

I’m – freer, and I would not play with words.

I won’t turn red like those other fellows,

By sudden wave – of lightest touch of shirts.

I like it also, that in front of me

You – freely embrace another woman,

And you don’t pray that I occur to be

In flame of hell for kissing other human.

That my sweet name, my honey, you don’t call,

In night or day – in vain – you really do not mention.

That for us in the silence of a church - at all! -

“Hallelujah” they wouldn’t sing – in tension.

Thank you – from heart, and thank you - by my hand,

For loving me – and ignoring the passion,

For loneliness at night, that I’m possessing – and

For rareness of meetings – this is special.

For non-existing walks beneath the moon,

For sun that lights up not the our road,

For that – alas! –I’m not the love of yours,

For that – alas! – you’re not my one and only…

15 мая 2006