Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
Moscow
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From Four Till Seven

Rating: 3.3
Like in a mirror, there's shade in the heart
I'm bored alone - and with men…
Slowly drags the light of the day
From four till seven!
Everybody is cruel in the dusk,
Don't go to people - they'll lie.
Fingers have wound into a knot
The kerchief. I want to cry.
Only don't torture me so,
If you hurt me I'll forgive!
From four till seven o'clock
I endlessly grieve.
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Mahtab Bangalee 06 September 2020
in the manly society once woman had no rights to live independently or love liberally through full heart of emotion; but nowadays it has been changed yard to yard, bar to bar, port to port, country to country; now it's the time to raise the voice of equality
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Mahtab Bangalee 06 September 2020
Only don't torture me so, If you hurt me I'll forgive! From four till seven o'clock I endlessly grieve.....it's a pathetic expression of a woman who loved the man heart but entrapped in the thorns of Iust in the four to seven o'clock hour in the cage of cruel manly character; yes; in the manly society once woman had no rights to live independently or love liberally through full heart of emotion;
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Khairul Ahsan 06 September 2020
'If you hurt me I'll forgive! From four till seven o'clock I endlessly grieve.' - Such a sad, somber poem!
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Profoundly classic, deserves to be POD
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Dr Antony Theodore 06 September 2020
Everybody is cruel in the dusk, Don't go to people - they'll lie. Fingers have wound into a knot The kerchief. very good poem. tony
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Sylvia Frances Chan 07 September 2019
CONGRATULATIONS Classic POD
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Edward Kofi Louis 06 September 2019
" Grieve" of love and life! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 06 September 2019
Beautiful lines.. Everybody is cruel in the dusk, Don't go to people - they'll lie. Fingers have wound into a knot Thanks poet.
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Denis Mair 06 September 2019
During the interval of four to seven the day runs downhill, sloping toward night. It is hard to have a new beginning during this time of day. She realizes that she has fallen into a pattern in her relations with men. Her men-friends are flawed individuals who lash out at her.
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Liza Sudina 06 September 2019
Very penetrating! Great!
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