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. Terminal Silhouette 4/13/2010
15. To The Next One 4/13/2010
16. Meeting 4/13/2010
17. Girlfriend 1/1/2004
18. Dialogue Between Hamlet And His Conscience 4/13/2010
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. Lady With Camelias 4/13/2010
28. Little World 1/1/2004
29. Much Like Me 1/1/2004
30. Grey Hairs 1/1/2004
Best Poem of 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.

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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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