Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

(8 October 1892 – 31 August 1941 / Moscow)

Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva Poems

1. Poems for Blok, 1 9/15/2015
2. No Longer Now 5/26/2014
3. I Like That You Are Crazy Not With Me 2/23/2015
4. You Walk, And Look Like Me 4/13/2010
5. Poets (Excerpt) 4/13/2010
6. Prayer 4/13/2010
7. Dis-Stance: Versts, Miles 4/13/2010
8. Conversation With A Genius 4/13/2010
9. Books In Red Binding 4/13/2010
10. New Moon 4/13/2010
11. You Who Loved Me With The Falseness 4/13/2010
12. To Asya 4/13/2010
13. Tryst 4/13/2010
14. Meeting 4/13/2010
15. Dialogue Between Hamlet And His Conscience 4/13/2010
16. Terminal Silhouette 4/13/2010
17. To The Next One 4/13/2010
18. Girlfriend 1/1/2004
19. For My Poems, Written So Early 4/13/2010
20. The Window 1/1/2004
21. Before A Little Coffin 4/13/2010
22. From Four Till Seven 4/13/2010
23. In Paris 4/13/2010
24. To Mother 1/1/2004
25. Whence Cometh Such Tender Rapture? 1/1/2004
26. The Demon In Me 1/1/2004
27. Grey Hairs 1/1/2004
28. Lady With Camelias 4/13/2010
29. Little World 1/1/2004
30. Much Like Me 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

Much Like Me

Much like me, you make your way forward,
Walking with downturned eyes.
Well, I too kept mine lowered.
Passer-by, stop here, please.

Read, when you've picked your nosegay
Of henbane and poppy flowers,
That I was once called Marina,
And discover how old I was.

Don't think that there's any grave here,
Or that I'll come and throw you out ...
I myself was too much given
To laughing when one ought not.

The blood hurtled to my complexion,
My curls wound in flourishes ...
I was, passer-by, I existed!
Passer-by, stop here, please.

And ...

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The Window

In the sweet, Atlantic
Breathing of spring
My curtain's like a butterfly,
Huge, fluttering
Like a Hindu widow
To a pyre's golden blaze,
Like a drowsy Naiad
To past-window seas.

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