---
title: 'Моим стихам, написанным так рано…'
date: 2024-12-20
language: ru
project: ['Дамы и господа']
repo: 'stiham'
seconds: 176
mp3Bytes: 7093928
explicit: false
album: five-romances
track: 1
credits:
  lyrics: ['Марина Цветаева']
en:
  title:
    translation: 'To my poems, written so early…'
---

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<!-- lyrics:ru -->

Моим стихам, написанным так рано,
Что и не знала я, что я — поэт,
Сорвавшимся, как брызги из фонтана,
Как искры из ракет,

Ворвавшимся, как маленькие черти,
В святилище, где сон и фимиам,
Моим стихам о юности и смерти,
— Нечитанным стихам!

Разбросанным в пыли по магазинам,
Где их никто не брал и не берёт,
Моим стихам, как драгоценным винам,
Настанет свой черёд.

<!-- lyrics:en -->

To my poems, written so early
That I did not even know I was a poet,
Bursting out like spray from a fountain,
Like sparks from rockets,

Bursting in like little devils
Into the sanctuary, where there is sleep and incense,
To my poems of youth and death,
— Unread poems!

Scattered in the dust about the shops,
Where no one took them and no one takes them,
To my poems, as to precious wines,
Their turn will come.