“The cat’s heart no love!” — Tsvetaeva Herself walking Want — Want love — I regret putting up, have been ill And “touch” to the Fate She walk like myself I want vybiralova with whom I have now Leave to rise Herself to walk But Thank you, honey, are you somewhere you woven of stars and the light You’re in someone’s windy Fate She walk by myself Happy to be I don’t know how Else you overcome And surrender teeth clenched in supplication Itself to walk on its own