Marina Tsvetaeva, Her Life in Poems - Rolf Gross
Marina Tsvetaeva, Her Life in Poems - Rolf Gross
Marina Tsvetaeva, Her Life in Poems - Rolf Gross
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Venice - where I have spent much time without be<strong>in</strong>g alone - <strong>in</strong> Spa<strong>in</strong>, <strong>in</strong> Tunis, <strong>in</strong> Algiers,<br />
<strong>in</strong> Egypt... <strong>in</strong> that search<strong>in</strong>g emphatic place, Provence ..., there was still participation,<br />
be<strong>in</strong>g part of a web of relationships and tutelage). Muzot, on the other hand, more<br />
challeng<strong>in</strong>g than anyth<strong>in</strong>g else, allowed noth<strong>in</strong>g but achievement, the vertical leap out <strong>in</strong>to<br />
open space, the whole earth's ascension to heaven with<strong>in</strong> me....<br />
Dear one, why do I have to tell you, s<strong>in</strong>ce you have the Elegies <strong>in</strong> your hands, s<strong>in</strong>ce<br />
you have the Elegies <strong>in</strong> your hand and over your heart, which beats aga<strong>in</strong>st them <strong>in</strong><br />
shared witness....<br />
These poems had been begun (1912) <strong>in</strong> no less grand a solitude, on the Adriatic, <strong>in</strong><br />
the old (destroyed <strong>in</strong> the war) castle of Du<strong>in</strong>o (near Trieste); <strong>in</strong> Spa<strong>in</strong> and later <strong>in</strong> Paris<br />
fragments of l<strong>in</strong>es turned up, and all of this would probably have converged <strong>in</strong>to<br />
achievement <strong>in</strong> 1914 <strong>in</strong> Paris if that great <strong>in</strong>terruption of the world had not cut <strong>in</strong>, mak<strong>in</strong>g<br />
me go rigid and static. ]<br />
For years. Whatever I might have saved out of that long w<strong>in</strong>ter of my be<strong>in</strong>g, I myself<br />
did not know when I was f<strong>in</strong>ally (1919) able to take refuge <strong>in</strong> Switzerland, as on a soil<br />
where someth<strong>in</strong>g natural and guileless still had full authority. I did not f<strong>in</strong>d out until 1921,<br />
at Muzot, <strong>in</strong> the first lonely year I was <strong>in</strong> residence there, when the nature of my<br />
temperament, which circumstances had repressed, drove, with<strong>in</strong> a few weeks, the<br />
unheard-of growth, first of Orpheus (each part <strong>in</strong> three days!), then of the Elegies <strong>in</strong>to its<br />
season of completion. Violently, almost destroy<strong>in</strong>g me with the passion of its outbreak,<br />
and yet act<strong>in</strong>g so gently and with such a sense of pattern that not one (th<strong>in</strong>k of it), not a<br />
s<strong>in</strong>gle pre-exist<strong>in</strong>g l<strong>in</strong>e failed to be fitted <strong>in</strong>to the place, <strong>in</strong> which it was a natural stair and<br />
a voice among the voices. How that healed together, the earlier with its already ag<strong>in</strong>g<br />
fractured surface so <strong>in</strong>timately fitted onto the glow<strong>in</strong>g one, tak<strong>in</strong>g on such new glow from<br />
proximity and <strong>in</strong>f<strong>in</strong>ite k<strong>in</strong>ship that never a visible seam rema<strong>in</strong>ed! Triumph and jubilation,<br />
<strong>Mar<strong>in</strong>a</strong>, without equal!<br />
And this is what the overabundance of solitude, <strong>in</strong> all its deadl<strong>in</strong>ess, was needed for.<br />
But, then, was it that I tried to ma<strong>in</strong>ta<strong>in</strong> the impossible conditions of <strong>in</strong>tensified isolation<br />
over and beyond what had been achieved, mastered (This I did, not from stubbornness<br />
or to wrest a bonus from grace, but because lett<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the "other," liv<strong>in</strong>g by him and for<br />
him, <strong>in</strong>stantly (just after the <strong>in</strong>stant) entails conflicts and tasks I had to fear at a time<br />
when I had accomplished everyth<strong>in</strong>g much too extremely merely to change to a new k<strong>in</strong>d<br />
of achievement.)<br />
Or is it (s<strong>in</strong>ce the work itself, our great breathtak<strong>in</strong>g labor, does not take revenge,<br />
after all; even when it forces us outside and beyond ourselves, it leaves us, not fatigued<br />
or exhausted, but stagger<strong>in</strong>g under the reward), is it that, mechanically, I endured too<br />
long the same special conditions of seclusion, <strong>in</strong> a heroic valleyscape, under the almost<br />
sun-rag<strong>in</strong>g sky of a w<strong>in</strong>e country<br />
– At any rate, for the first time <strong>in</strong> my life and <strong>in</strong> a treacherous fashion, my own<br />
aloneness turned aga<strong>in</strong>st me with a physical st<strong>in</strong>g, render<strong>in</strong>g this be<strong>in</strong>g-with-myself<br />
suspect and dangerous, and more and more threaten<strong>in</strong>g, because of the physical<br />
disturbances that now drowned out what to me had been forever and ever the most<br />
primeval silence.<br />
– Hence my presence here <strong>in</strong> Val-Mont, for the third time now (after two shorter stays<br />
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