I’m neither an impostor nor a guest!
I’m not the maid! I am your seventh
Day, your longed-for Sunday’s rest,
Your passion and your seventh heaven!
On earth, they wouldn’t offer me a dime,
Hung millstones on my neck to spite me.
My love! Do you not recognize me? I’m
Your little bird, your swallow – Psyche!
April 1918
By Marina Tsvetaeva
Translation by Andrey Kneller
Maverick Mist 
Happy Sunday 🙂
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Domenica felice il mio amica! 🙂
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Great. A very original point of view as to the greek goddess in the poem.
I love the photograph as well. 💕 have a great week ahead dear Maverick 😘
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Thanks Aquileana. I knew where to send people for the best information about Psyche. 🙂 Hope you have a great week as well. ❤️
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