Marina Tsvetaeva

Oh, table, on which I write!
I thank you with all my heart:
You’ve given a trunk to me –
With goal a table to be –

But keep being the living trunk! –
With – over my head – your leaf, young,
With fresh bark and hot pitch’s tears, 
With roots – till the bottom of Earth! 


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, October 22, 2005