Marina Tsvetaeva

2

Not Parnassus, not the Sinai,

Just a bare barracks

Hill, — Line up! Fire! —

Why then for my eyes

(Since it’s October now, not May)

Was that mountain Paradise?

Love is a bond, not an investigation.

I don’t remember you separately

From love.

To want — that is the business of bodies,

But from this day on for one another

We are souls