Tryst Poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

Tryst

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In a world where all
Are hunched and lathered
I know only one
Equal to me in strength.

In a world where we
Seek so much,
I know only one
Equal to me in might.

In a world where everything
Is mold and vines,
I know: only
You are equal in essence

To me.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: strength
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