Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Marina Tsvetayeva 2


















Your poems like the phoenix,
Rise from their ashes,
And sing in soft tones
On a barren branch of a tree
In the courtyard of my heart,
And make me cry
For hours.



Tr. Baidar Bakht

Marina Tsvetayeva (1892-1941),Russian poet,committed suicide on August 1st,1941

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