It's not love, but fever! Light Battle's sly and full of lies. Now it's nauseous, next day sweet, Now he's dead, next day alive. Battle rages. Both are laughing: How intelligent are they! By both heroine and hero I am charmed in every way. Viewer, a battle - or a dance now? This a sword - or cattle stick? Step ahead - three steps back now, Three steps forward - one step back. Mouth like honey, in the eyes, trust, But already raised, the brow. It's hypocrisy, not love now, It is acting, and not love! And result of these (parentheses - Uncommitted so far) sins - Will be of astounding poems A stack oh-so-very thin. By Marina Tsvetayeva Translated by Ilya Shambat https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat
