Selected Poems (Tsvetaeva, Marina) (Penguin Twentieth-Century Classics)
Elaine Feinstein is a poet of lyrical directness. That clear, passionate voice which she brought to her celebrated translations of Marina Tsvetayeva's poetry is her own. She writes about love, loss, jealousy, the fear of abandonment. Her powerful rhythms flow down the page, seeking to draw a... show more
Elaine Feinstein is a poet of lyrical directness. That clear, passionate voice which she brought to her celebrated translations of Marina Tsvetayeva's poetry is her own. She writes about love, loss, jealousy, the fear of abandonment. Her powerful rhythms flow down the page, seeking to draw a coherent shape out of the inner uncertainties. She also writes with tenderness about an ageing father, a child on a swing, old films, a flowering cactus. Hers is a poetry which can contain and welcome. The rare landscape poems are always peopled, and the considerable narrative and dramatic skills of a major novelist give urgency to her evocation of the classical figures of Dido and Eurydice. She has also found a poignant lyricism in writing of the inhabitants of her local streets and the ordinary pleasures of daily life. The poems in this selection are drawn from eleven volumes published over thirty years.
Publish date: 1994-01-01
Publisher: Penguin Classics
Pages no: 160
Edition language: English
List of CollaboratorsIntroduction--I know the truth--What is this gypsy passion for separation--We shall not escape Hell--Some ancestor of mine--I'm glad your sickness--We are keeping an eye on the girls--No one has taken anything away--You throw back your head--Where does this tenderness come from?...
Your name is a -- bird in my handa piece of -- ice on the tongueone single movement of the lips.Your name is: five signs,a ball caught in flight, a silver bell in the moutha stone, cast in a quiet pool makes the splash of your name, and the sound is the clatter ofnight hooves, loud as a thunderclapo...
I first fell in love with her "Poems for Akhmatova":"Muse of lament, you are the most beautiful of all muses, a crazy emanation of white night:and you have sent a black snow storm over all Russia. We are pierced with the arrows of your criesso that we shy like horses at the muffled many times ...