Grey Hairs Poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
Grey Hairs
These are ashes of treasures:
Of hurt and loss.
These are ashes in face of which
Granite is dross.
Dove, naked and brilliant,
It has no mate.
Solomon's ashes
Over vanity that's great.
Time's menacing chalkmark,
Not to be overthrown.
Means God knocks at the door
-- Once the house has burned down!
Not choked yet by refuse,
Days' and dreams' conqueror.
Like a thunderbolt -- Spirit
Of early grey hair.
It's not you who've betrayed me
On the home front, years.
This grey is the triumph
Of immortal powers.
Ashes of treasures. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Dove, naked and brilliant. Grey is beautifully golden. It is full of wisdom and shared experience. Well done! Sylva-Onyema Uba.
It is a wonderful commentary on life which has its own share ups and downs and changes. Means God knocks at the door - Once the house has burned down!
A beautiful poem Marina.Congratulations on being member of the day Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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4/22/2024 10:07:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
grey is worth for life experiences and symbol of aging process. The poet taken the subject with perfect beauty and awareness and it is so much glad to read.