Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

(8 October 1892 – 31 August 1941 / Moscow)

Poets (Excerpt) - Poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

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What can I do, blind and outcast
In a world where all are fathered and sighted,
Where passions go over anathemas
As if over embankments! Where a lament
Is called - sniffles!

What can I do, by rib and Providence
Singing! - Like a wire! Sunburn! Siberia!
I travel my delusions - like a bridge!
With their weightlessness
In a world of weights.

What can I do, singer and firstborn,
In a world where the blackest - is gray!
Where inspiration is kept, as in a thermos!
With this infinity
In a finite world?!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010



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