"All the minutes I filled thee..." Poem, Tsvetaeva, which will touch you to tears

Marina Tsvetaeva seems to be known about love something something dragonsat not given... Today the Website offers the reader a clinging soul, a poem about love bitter, but welcome.

Styleinsider.com.Ian loved it, but cried. No, you didn't, but still
Only you pointed out in the shadow of the beloved face.
It was all in our sleep love not like:
Neither reason nor evidence.

Only us this image nodded from the evening hall,
Only we — you and I — brought him a plaintive verse.
Adoration thread us stronger bound,
Than love — other.

But the impulse passed, and approached gently someone
Who pray could not, but loved. Do not rush to condemn!
I knew you'd like the most tender note
In the awakening of the soul.

In this sad soul you're walking around in an unlocked house...
(In our house, spring...) have Forgotten me do not call!
All the car I filled, except
Saddest — love.

via factroom.ru