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The demon in me

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by: Ilya Shambat - Tue, 25 Jul 2023 00:09 UTC

The demon in me
Is not dead but lives!
In self like in a jail
In body like in a bilge.

The world - is walls,
The exit - the axe.
("The world is a stage,"
The actor speaks).

He did not deceive,
The lump-legged ogre.
In body - like in glory.
In body - like in a toga.

Many a year!
Rejoice in your life!
(Only the poets are
In a bone - like in a lie!)

We won't party,
Singing brothers,
In body like in a cotton
Gown of a father.

We're worth the best.
In heat we wilt.
In body - like in a stall.
In self - like in a pot.

Mortal magnificence
We do not hold.
In body - like in a morass,
In body - like in a vault,

In body - like in extreme
Exile. - Wilt!
In body - like in a secret,
In temples - like in a grip
Of an iron mask.

By Marina Tsvetayeva
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat