A kiss

No one was left at a loss!

I’m happy we’ve come to part.

I’m kissing you now – across

The gap of a thousand yards.

We’re not equal – I understand.

I’m calm - for the first time.

A young Derzhavin,Aleksander Pushkin. you can’t

Accept my undisciplined rhyme.

I christen your frightening flight:

Young eagle, rise in the air!

You stared at the sun! – my light

And delicate gaze can’t compare.

I stood, more tender than those

Who’ve witnessed you disappear…

I’m kissing you now – across

The gap of a thousand years.

M. Tsvetaeva
February 12, 1916