M.Tsvetaeva, For All My Poems.. - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

By Marina Tsvetaeva

For all my poems, which I did write so early,
That couldn't surmise myself to be a poet;
Which downfalled as splashes of the fountain,
As sparkles from the rocket;
Which bursted as the tribe of deuces
Into a holy place, where exist both dream and incense;
For all my poems about youth and pass
- Not read at least! -
Which're squandered in the shop grey dust
(Where nobody bought them, never want!)
For all my poems, as for the precious wines at last
There will be a turn.