Whence comes the love? I caressed
other loops
And I have known
lips darker than yours.
The stars lit up and died
(Hence comes the love?)
And eyes lit up and died
Immersed in my eyes.
I heard other songs
the night dark and black
(Hence comes the love?) -
head on the singer's heart.
Whence comes the love?
And what can I do with teenage
Malicious vagabond singer,
For longer lashes that long?
Marina Tsvetaeva, February 18, 1916.
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