Like mountains - on this brow <br />Laurels of praise. <br />'I can't sing!' <br />- 'You will!' - 'Sound <br /> <br />(Put me on a diet <br />of flour!) <br />Like milk - <br />Is gone from my breast. <br /> <br />Empty. Dry. <br />In full-blown spring? <br />I feel like a twig.' <br />- 'That's an old song! <br /> <br />Drop it, don't blabber!' <br />'From now on I'd better - <br />Pound gravel!' <br />- 'All the more reason to sing!' <br /> <br />'Am I a bullfinch, <br />To sing <br />Day in and day out?' <br />- 'Even if you can't, <br />My bird, sing! <br /> <br />Out of spite!' <br />'What if I can't <br />put two lines together?' <br />-'When could - anyone?!' - <br /> <br />'It's torture!' - 'Bear it!' <br />'A mown meadow - <br />My throat!' 'Then wheeze: <br />That's a sound, too!' <br /> <br />'It's lions' business <br />Not women's.' - 'Children's: <br />Though disembowelled - <br />Orpheus still sang!' <br /> <br />'So, even in the grave?' <br />- 'Under a headstone, too.' <br />'I can't sing!' <br />- 'Sing about that!<br /><br />Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conversation-with-a-genius/
