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So that you can not see me – Marina Tsvetaeva

So that you can not see me
In life-I surround myself
With a piercing, invisible fence.

I will gird myself with honeysuckle,
I will cover my self with frost.

So that you can not listen to me
At night-in an old woman’s wisdom:
In reticence-I will strengthen myself

I will gird myself with rustlings,
I will cover myself with flutterings.

So that in me you can not blossom
Too much-among the undergrowth:
I will lose you alive among my books.

I will gird you with fantasies,
I will cover you with imaginary thoughts.

Marina Tsvetaeva, After Russia Screen shot 2013-06-18 at 11.24.02 AM

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