Every Verse is a Child of Love

Every verse is a child of love,
A destitute bastard slip,
A firstling -- the winds above --
Left by the road asleep.
Heart has a gulf, and a bridge,
Heart has a bless, and a grief.
Who is his father? A liege?
Maybe a liege, or a thief.

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver
- Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
(Contributed by ivan on Tuesday, February 8th, 2011)
 
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