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. Prayer 4/13/2010
6. Poets (Excerpt) 4/13/2010
7. Dis-Stance: Versts, Miles 4/13/2010
8. Books In Red Binding 4/13/2010
9. New Moon 4/13/2010
10. You Who Loved Me With The Falseness 4/13/2010
11. Tryst 4/13/2010
12. To The Next One 4/13/2010
13. To Asya 4/13/2010
14. Meeting 4/13/2010
15. Terminal Silhouette 4/13/2010
16. For My Poems, Written So Early 4/13/2010
17. Dialogue Between Hamlet And His Conscience 4/13/2010
18. The Window 1/1/2004
19. In Paris 4/13/2010
20. Girlfriend 1/1/2004
21. Before A Little Coffin 4/13/2010
22. To Mother 1/1/2004
23. Whence Cometh Such Tender Rapture? 1/1/2004
24. The Demon In Me 1/1/2004
25. Conversation With A Genius 4/13/2010
26. Lady With Camelias 4/13/2010
27. From Four Till Seven 4/13/2010
28. Little World 1/1/2004
29. Grey Hairs 1/1/2004
30. Much Like Me 1/1/2004

Comments about Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

  • Rich Persoff (4/11/2014 6:03:00 PM)

    To the editor:
    These sentences should not follow each other in the same paragraph!
    During the famine one of her own daughters died of starvation. Tsvetaeva's poetry reveal her growing interest in folk song and the techniques of the major symbolist and poets, such as Aleksander Blok and Anna Akhmatova.

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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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"I will not part! -- There is no end!" She clings and clings...
And in the breast -- the rise
Of threatening waters,
Of notes...Steadfast: like an immutable
Mystery: we will part!