Lost in thought, I’ve looked for other
Undiscovered foreign land,
Mindlessly, I’ve crushed the clover -
Head by head.
Thus, in distant sultry summer,
In the field of rye and wheat,
Death will mindlessly dissever -
My own head.
1936/2011
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В мыслях об ином, инаком
[Marina Tsvetaeva committed suiсide on August 31, 1941]
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В мыслях об ином, инаком