Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva Head Poems

• 1. Whence Cometh Such Tender Rapture?
  Whence cometh such tender rapture?
  Those curls--they are not the first ones
  I've smoothened, and I've already
  Known lips--that were darker than yours.
  ...
• 2. In Paris
  Homes reach the stars, the sky's below,
  The land in smoke to it is near.
  Inside the big and happy Paris
  Remains the secretive despair.
  ...
• 3. Much Like Me
  Much like me, you make your way forward,
  Walking with downturned eyes.
  Well, I too kept mine lowered.
  Passer-by, stop here, please.
  ...
• 4. Before A Little Coffin
  Mother has painted the coffin brightly.
  The tiny one sleeps in Sunday attire.
  Onto the forehead no longer is falling
  The light-brown hair;
  ...
• 5. You Walk, And Look Like Me
  You walk, and look like me,
  Your eyes directed down.
  I also used to lower mine!
  Hey you, passer by, stop!
  ...

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