by Maria Tsvetaeva
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 ...
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