Translation:A tender noisy troublemaker ...

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A tender noisy troublemaker With lust for life! A charming clever chances-taker Decided I’ve!..

Much tenderer than those before me, I know no guilt … Alas for grave, the all-conforming Bleaching all tint!

To be what no one really cares for To be like ice! Oblivious of what there was, or What will arise ...

Forget would I of heart once broken And mended fair; Forget my voice and words once spoken; My shiny hair ...

The turquoise bracelet, aged and ancient Around a stalk: My narrow arm, so thinly fashioned From pallid chalk …

Remember not the hand uplifting Sketching a cloud; And how the pearly pen came flitting By and around …

My jumping feet across the hedgerow Forever passed; My never-lagging running shadow Down in the dust …

The flaming azure of the morning I would forget; My quiet days, my mischief storming; All poems yet!

My miracle so brightly happened, By laugh dispelled; The pinkest ever under heaven So deadly paled …

They will not open – no, they mustn’t – But love them do! – Not for a glance or for a sunset Nor fields bedewed:

Forever still, my eyes unmoving – Nor for a bloom! – My lovely Earth, forgive me truly For ages doomed!

But moons will ever keep on waning And wax as snow But never youth of mine, refraining – Once it will go.

Быть_нежной,_бешеной_и_шумной_(Цветаева)