Marina Tsvetaeva, Her Life in Poems - Rolf Gross

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And now - from you to me:
Parfois elle paraînt attendrie
Qu'on l'écoute si bien, -
Alois elle montre sa vie
Et ne dit plus rien." (You, nature!)
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[At times she seems fondly aglow
to be heard so well, -
then she lets her life show
and ceases to tell.]
Still, you are a poet, too, Rainer, and from poets one expects de l'inédit. Therefore a
big letter [from you], quick, for me alone, or I'm going to make myself out more stupid
than I am and be "offended," "lacerated in my finest feelings," etc., whereupon you'll write
to me after all (for the sake of peace and quiet! and because you are good!).
May I kiss you It's no more than embracing, surely, and embracing without kissing is
practically impossible, isn't it
Marina
Rilke felt so lonely at Muzot that he moved to a Hotel in Ragaz, where his friends could
visit him. He hid his ailments – still undiagnosed – from everybody and himself. His last
letters to Tsvetaeva were written from there.
Rilke to Tsvetaeva
[PTR p.247-253]
Hotel Hof-Ragaz, Ragaz (Suisse)
July 28, 1926
You wonderful Marina,
As in your first letter, I admire in each of the ones that have followed your habit of
precise seeking and finding, your inde- fatigable journey to what you mean, and, always,
your being right. You are right, Marina (isn't that a rare thing with a woman, such a beingin-the-right
in the most valid, the most carefree sense). This having a right not to
anything, hardly coming from anywhere; but from such pure self-sufficiency, out of the
fullness and completeness of it all, you are right, and hence have forever a right to the
infinite.
Every time I write to you, I'd like to write like you, to speak my self in Marinian, by
your equable, and withal so feeling, means. Your utterance, Marina, is like a star's
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