The railway station's silhouette
by Marina Tsvetaeva
I'm not familiar with you,
And don't have a wish to lose,
When I've learned the star illusions,
With that face to the worser chasm assumed.
All, who were marked by fate,
Have such a closed face.
But you are - not the read page,
You'll never be a slave!
With such a face? To be a slave?
Oh, no! There's no a mistake.
I know: mystical would be then
Your look and your lean silhouette.
A heavy circle of your hair
From scarf, put on on forehead
(you'd have a guitar or or harp better)
And you face, being so pale.
I'm not familiar with you,
But may be, you are so common, true,
As all around. And may be that's ridiculous!
But fantasies are worth to use!
And may be, day will come,
When I accept the matter miserable.
Sometimes it's good to be mistaken!
It's easy to mistake sometimes!
You slightly holded scarf by hand,
Where the whistles were hooting anxiously,
You stood as a puzzle before me.
And image, that I shan't forget.
1909