Praise to Aphrodite

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    Blessed are the ones that left your daughters, Earth,
    To fight in wartime battle and to run,
    Blessed are the ones that having never tried
    Comfort went to the fields Elysian.

    Thus grows the laurel - writer of the years,
    Heater of battle, sober, with harsh leaves.
    I will never exchange for bitter fate of love
    The friendship's over-the-clouds cliffs.

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    Already gods' - not the same generosity,
    Upon the river's shore, not the same one.
    Fly, fly again, the doves of Aphrodite
    Into wide open gates of setting sun.

    I'll leave in day, in which there is no count,
    Lying upon the sand that's growing cold...
    I've outgrown my youth and look upon it
    Like snake that's looking at his skin of old.

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    In vain, inside the promised branches hiding,
    Your tender retinue thunders above.
    I drop a myrtle that did love so many,
    I drop the belt that did so sweetness love.

    With a dumb arrow that is heavily piercing
    Freed me from these my shackles your own son.
    Thus at the very throne of my calmness
    You born of foam, as a foam be gone!

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    How many, how many of them, white and blue
    Eat from the hands!
    Whole kingdoms are clucking around your lips
    O Lowliness!

    In gold of cup the deadly sweat
    Does not translate.
    The mantle-wearing general will vanish
    Like dove of white.

    Every cloud like a chest circles
    In a bad hour.
    There is your visage, O she-devil, in
    Each perfect flower.

    You fleeting foam, the salt of the sea..
    In torment and foam -
    For what reason should I obey
    You, armless stone?

    By Marina Tsetayeva
    Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
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