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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enough! (Ra<strong>in</strong>er, when I wrote <strong>in</strong> German "fegeii - Fegefeuer - that magnificen word -<br />
sweep<strong>in</strong>g here, purgatory there, swept right <strong>in</strong>to the middle of purgatory, etc., that's how<br />
I write, from the word to the th<strong>in</strong>g, recreat<strong>in</strong>g the words poetically. This is how you write,<br />
I th<strong>in</strong>k.)<br />
So, dear one, don't be afraid, simply answer yes to every "Give" - a beggar's comfort,<br />
<strong>in</strong>nocent, without consequences. Most of the time my begg<strong>in</strong>g hand drops away - along<br />
with the gift - <strong>in</strong>to the sand. What do I want from you What I want from all of poetry and<br />
from each l<strong>in</strong>e of a poem: the truth of this moment. That's as far as truth goes. Never<br />
turns to wood - always to ashes. The word, which for me already is the th<strong>in</strong>g, is all I want.<br />
Actions Consequences I know you, Ra<strong>in</strong>er, as I know myself. The farther from me - the<br />
further <strong>in</strong>to me. I live not <strong>in</strong> myself, but outside myself. I do not live <strong>in</strong> my lips, and he<br />
who kisses me misses me.<br />
Savoie. (Pause for thought.) Tra<strong>in</strong>. Ticket. Place to stay. (Praise God, no visa!) And...<br />
fa<strong>in</strong>t distaste. Someth<strong>in</strong>g prepared, won <strong>in</strong> battle ... begged for. I want you to fall from<br />
heaven. Ra<strong>in</strong>er, quite seriously: if you want to see me, with your eyes, you must act - "In<br />
two weeks I'll be at such-and-such a place. Are you com<strong>in</strong>g" This must come from you.<br />
Like the date. Like the town. Look at the map. Perhaps it must be a large town Give it<br />
some thought. Little towns are sometimes mislead<strong>in</strong>g. Oh, yes, one more th<strong>in</strong>g: I haven't<br />
any money; the little I earn by my work (because of my "newness" pr<strong>in</strong>ted only <strong>in</strong> the<br />
"newer" monthlies, of which <strong>in</strong> the emigration there are only two) - vanishes as soon as it<br />
is received. I wonder if you'll have enough for both of us. Ra<strong>in</strong>er, as I write this I have to<br />
laugh: a strange sort of guest!<br />
Well, then, dear one, when at some po<strong>in</strong>t you really want to, you write to me (a little<br />
beforehand, for I have to f<strong>in</strong>d somebody to stay with the children) - and I'll come. I am<br />
stay<strong>in</strong>g at St.-Gilles until October 1-15. Then to Paris, where I start from scratch: no<br />
money, no apartment, noth<strong>in</strong>g. I'm not go<strong>in</strong>g back to Prague, the Czechs are angry with<br />
me for hav<strong>in</strong>g written so much and so ardently about Germany and hav<strong>in</strong>g been so firmly<br />
silent about Bohemia. And after all, hav<strong>in</strong>g been subsidized by the Czechs for three and a<br />
half years (900 kronen monthly). So, some time between October 1 and 15, to Paris. We<br />
won't get together before November. But surely, it could also be somewhere <strong>in</strong> the South<br />
(Mean<strong>in</strong>g France.) Where, how, and when (from November on) you like. Placed <strong>in</strong>to your<br />
hands. You can, after all... part them. I shall never love you more or less <strong>in</strong> any case.<br />
I am look<strong>in</strong>g forward to you terribly, as to a whole totally new realm.<br />
About Boris. No, I was <strong>in</strong> the right. His answer was that of an Atlas liberated. (He,<br />
remember, carried a heaven with all its <strong>in</strong>habitants! And, rid of this burden, he, too,<br />
sighed, it seems to me.) Now he is rid of me. Too good-natured, too compassionate, too<br />
patient. The blow had to come from me (nobody likes to term<strong>in</strong>ate, to kill!). He already<br />
knew about the two Abroads. All I did was speak up, name th<strong>in</strong>gs, break the spell. Now<br />
everyth<strong>in</strong>g is all right, the realms separated: I <strong>in</strong> the <strong>in</strong>nermost self - outermost foreign<br />
place - quite out of the world.<br />
How much longer are you stay<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> Ragaz and how do you feel What is the last th<strong>in</strong>g<br />
you've written<br />
I take you <strong>in</strong> my arms.<br />
M.<br />
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