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AdenArabie: “In a world where everything Is mold and vines, I know: only You are equal in essence To me.” - Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva,

Pokshyvanov: We joke and joke, but the longing grows and grows... Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

Raaga_Suresh: And finally, a poem of Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva to end this thread.

mamboward: Inspiring Women: Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva (October 8, 1892 –August 31, 1941) Russian & Soviet poet. Her work is considered among some of the greatest in twentieth century Russian literature. She lived through & wrote of the Russian Revolution of 1917 and the famine.

Krasnodarfuture: "... And if the heart, breaking, Removes stitches without a doctor, - Know that there is a head from the heart, And there is an ax - from the head ..." -Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva-

danielepantano: Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva has visited The Abandoned Playground.

PoetrySocietyNY: Do you notice yourself superimposing new meanings onto poems now that you've lived through a pandemic? Try "Where Does This Tenderness Come From," Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva, 1916.

MFRBooksandFilm: Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva (1892–1941) was a Russian poet. Her work is considered among some of the greatest in twentieth century Russian literature. She lived through and wrote of the Russian Revolution of 1917 and the Moscow famine that followed it.

Qiy91Y7x3FQFFln: I read your letter on the ocean, the ocean read with me. Does such a reader bother you? For no human eye will ever read a single line of yours to me. Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva.

Abgineh2: “I have two enemies in all the world, Two twins, inseparably fused: The hunger of the hungry and the fullness of the full.” Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

DanteNevante: THIS IS STILL A WINDOW – Poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

DanteNevante: THIS IS STILL A WINDOW – Poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

DanteNevante: YOU COVER THE SUN TO ME UP IN HEAVEN -Poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

gittelspawn: fell asleep reading feinstein obit, plunged into 12 hrs of guilt nightmares for writing such a scathing indictment of her tsvetaeva translations when she did, after all, introduce marina ivanovna to an anglophone audience, & one should be more forgiving at the high holidays

alexconnorwrite: I refuse to be. In the madhouse of the inhuman I refuse to live. With the wolves of the market place I refuse to howl. Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva ( 8 October 1892 - August 31ST 1941) Russian and poet

Yestergaymuseum: Day 108: Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva was one of the greatest Russian poets of the twentieth century, even writing of the Russian Revolution of 1917. Her bold experimentation marks her as a striking chronicler of her times and of the human condition.



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