Poems of Marina Tsvetaeva

Youth - a retribution. Ibsen PROLOGUE life - without beginning or end.

Where does such tenderness come from? Not the first - I smooth these curls

When you stand in my way, so alive, so beautiful

1 Magic German extravaganza, dark waltz, German

I love you all my life and every day, You should be me

And now you are heavy and dull. Evening room. Twenty-first..

Swamp - the deep hollow of the Great Eye of the Earth.

we, two elders, wandered lonely, Crude stretched haze.