Marina Tzvetayeva - In The Winter

In the Winter The bells again break the silence, Wailing with remorse… Only several streets divide us, Only several words! A silver sickle lights the night, The city sleeps this hour, The falling snowflakes set alight The stars upon your collar. Are the sores of the past still aching? How long do they abide? You’re teased by the captivating, New and shimmering eyes. They (blue or brown?) are dearer Than anything pages hold! Their lashes are turning clearer, Out in the freezing cold… The church bells have faded to silence Powerless from remorse… Only several streets divide us, Only several words! The crescent, at this very hour, Inspires poets with its glow, The wind is gusting and your collar Is covered with the snow.