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First ride

Легко обо мне подумай,   Lightly think of me,
Легко обо мне забудь.      Lightly forget me.
    ~ Мари́на Цвета́ева (3 мая 1913)     ~ Marina Tsvetaeva (May 3, 1913)

I furled the ubiquitous rug
Which bore no bold patterns
Brocaded heretically
I rustled the incessant jay
Who failed with pale rasping
To theorize methodically
I bobbed the nude troughs of the bay
That hadn’t the current
To motor toward takeoff bob-free
I lilted myself on the thermals
On which circle vultures
Not jays motors rugs waves nor me
Until my coarse plumes
Intersperse the rank carcass
Until my trashed blood
Waves its way to the sea
Until my reticula
Lapse amidst bushings
Until my bound theories
Come haplessly free
Until my shocked rasping
Can trace no embroidering
Unfurled as pale message
Borne skyward with me
Until there’s no longer a difference
Twixt any two things
Be they jays motors rugs waves or me

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