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Marina Tsvetaeva, Her Life in Poems - Rolf Gross

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But there was, of course, no chance that she and Mur could rema<strong>in</strong> <strong>in</strong> France. The<br />

question of her return to the motherland had been decided for her. She was a possibly<br />

dangerous witness. Two members of her family were practically under house arrest <strong>in</strong> the<br />

USSR. The NKVD, barely veiled, pressured her to return and even gave her a small<br />

allowance dur<strong>in</strong>g the summer. After Sergey's disappearance she and Mur lived <strong>in</strong> the<br />

small Hotel Inova <strong>in</strong> Paris. She dedicated her last poem cycle, <strong>Poems</strong> to the Czechs,<br />

Стихи к Чехии (1938-39), to the suffer<strong>in</strong>gs of Bohemia before and dur<strong>in</strong>g the German<br />

<strong>in</strong>vasion <strong>in</strong> March 1939. Hurriedly she distributed her manuscripts among friends <strong>in</strong><br />

France and Switzerland. She visited and arranged for the up-keep of the graves of the<br />

Efrons <strong>in</strong> Paris, Sergey's parents and brother.<br />

Their f<strong>in</strong>al departure was delayed for three days. The Soviet embassy needed to<br />

make sure nobody <strong>in</strong>terfered or saw her off. She wrote a last letter to Anna Teskova<br />

stand<strong>in</strong>g on the tra<strong>in</strong> to Le Havre. They left Le Havre on June 12, 1939<br />

A last stanza from her <strong>Poems</strong> to an Orphan - Стихи о сироте<br />

Th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g of someth<strong>in</strong>g else, undiscovered,<br />

like a buried treasure, - absentm<strong>in</strong>dedly<br />

One by one, poppy by poppy<br />

I beheaded my whole garden.<br />

7.<br />

So, someday, <strong>in</strong> the dry<br />

Summer, on the edge of a field,<br />

Death's absent-m<strong>in</strong>ded hand<br />

Will pluck off a head – m<strong>in</strong>e.<br />

September 5-6, 1936<br />

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