Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
Before A Little Coffin
Mother has painted the coffin brightly.
The tiny one sleeps in Sunday attire.
Onto the forehead no longer is falling
The light-brown hair;
A round comb no longer is pressing,
Having seen so little, of the child's head;
Only of joy knew
The heart of the kid.
For five years so happily lived she
Much played the deft arms!
Fantasies, fantasies mid lilies,
Nobody disturbed them.
The flowers seek a place nearer to her,
(She seems tight in her new bed).
The flowers know: Little Katya
A golden heart had.
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