Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

(8 October 1892 – 31 August 1941 / Moscow)

Much Like Me - Poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

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 take, pluck a stem of wildness,
The fruit that comes with its fall --
It's true that graveyard strawberries
Are the biggest and sweetest of all.

All I care is that you don't stand there,
Dolefully hanging your head.
Easily about me remember,
Easily about me forget.

How rays of pure light suffuse you!
A golden dust wraps you round ...
And don't let it confuse you,
My voice from under the ground.


Comments about Much Like Me by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

  • Gold Star - 31,859 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/16/2014 4:37:00 AM)

    A very cunning and interesting poem to entertain through reciting and meaning such emotional. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 7,614 Points Savita Tyagi (4/11/2014 11:56:00 AM)

    Interesting poem. Poet doesn't want some body like her, pleading passerby please stop here. Her advise is of taking charge. time makes us all wise! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 406 Points Richard Blay (4/11/2014 3:26:00 AM)

    this is really a cunning poem... don't stop by O passer-by. nice poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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