…from the quills of the dead white poets
Marina Tsvetaeva (1892 – 1941)
“Two Suns are Cooling…”
Two suns are cooling – O save me, God!
The first – in heavens, the second – in heart.
Will I have an excuse for that? -
Both suns made me fully mad!
No pain from the beams – they’re lost!
Hotter sun will be frozen first.
Translated by Yevgeny Bonver,