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. Dialogue Between Hamlet And His Conscience 4/13/2010
14. Terminal Silhouette 4/13/2010
15. To The Next One 4/13/2010
16. Meeting 4/13/2010
17. Tryst 4/13/2010
18. Girlfriend 1/1/2004
19. For My Poems, Written So Early 4/13/2010
20. Before A Little Coffin 4/13/2010
21. From Four Till Seven 4/13/2010
22. In Paris 4/13/2010
23. The Window 1/1/2004
24. To Mother 1/1/2004
25. The Demon In Me 1/1/2004
26. Whence Cometh Such Tender Rapture? 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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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.

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