【分享】You throw back your head

You throw back your head because you are proud, and a liar. What a smiling boy this February has thrown at me!

You throw back your head. Bumped into by boys looking for money, we walk, two pompous kids, around my native city.

You throw back your head. Whose finger, whose fingers have touched your eyelashes?

Sweet boy, and when, and how many times, your lips have kissed-- I do not ask. My thirst

must honor the poetry and God inside you, ten years old! (You throw back your head.) Let's wait by the river--it rinses

the bright beads of the streetlights: you throw back your head, my fool, running free--disappear. Forgive.

1916

(Dark Elderberry Branch: Poems of Marina Tsvetaeva: A Reading by Ilya Kaminsky and Jean Valentine)