You resemble me as you roam
Letting your eyes drop.
Me too used to cast eyes down -
Passer-by, stop -
And read – after you have ripped
Poppies and a buttercup gift -
That my name was Marina –
That I also - lived.
Don’t think you’re seeing a grave,
Or that I appear ghostly…
I was so fond of laughing
I wasn’t allowed mostly!
My blood used to make me blush,
And my hair waved curly...
Passer-by, please don’t rush,
Passer-by, stop shortly...
And pick up a wild stem for you,
And then pick a berry, --
You won’t find sweeter ones
Outside cemetery.
Only - do not stand gravely
Drooping your head -
Think of me lightly
And lightly may you forget.
May the ray embrace you!
May you bathe in the golden dust…
- And don’t be too confused
With my voice under the crust.
1913
vip/2013
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13 мая 1913
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