No one has taken anything away
No one has taken anything away--
there is even a sweetness for me in being apart.
I kiss you now across the many
hundreds of miles that separate us.
I know: our gifts are unequal, which is
why my voice is--quiet, for the first time.
What can my untutored verse
matter to you, a young Derzhavin?
For your terrible flight I give you blessing.
Fly, then, young eagle! You
have stared into the sun without blinking.
Can my young gaze be too heavy for you?
No one has ever stared more
tenderly or more fixedly after you . . .
I kiss you--across hundreds of
12 February 1916
By Marina Tsvetayeva
Translated by Elaine Feinstein