Marine Zvetayevoi

Velikoi getere Vseya Rusi,
Pervoprestol'noi Marine
- Znaite, nebesnyye Vashi stihi
Voshischayut menya i ponynye!

Nedarom stonala lira bogov 
Pod Vashei nezhnoi rukoyu.
O kak blazhenno, yesli by mog,
Ya byl by Vashim slugoyu!

Omyl by Vam stopy maslami oliv,
Kak drevney Aspazii v hrame!
Vlyublennym glasom chital by Vam stih,
Kak syn Bogomatere-mame.

Potom gulyal by s Vami vdvoyem v teni Tverskogo bul'vara,
Nauchalsya b u Vas ya potom, kak vzirayet na Boga v hrame ditya,
Kak nado stihi pisat', kak mir napolnyat lyubov'yu,
Kak nuzhno gorditsya, zhit' i stradat' svoyey pust' surovoi doley.

Pust' vechno sgibayutsya dlani vetvei 
Nad mogilkoi tvoei ukromnoi,
Rus' stalas siroi sovsem bez tebya,
Kakoi-to nedokreschennoi. 
                           
                          mart 2004 goda