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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A loss is always mysterious.<br />
In va<strong>in</strong> am I look<strong>in</strong>g for clues<br />
I torment my bra<strong>in</strong> with no result:<br />
Death has no form.<br />
Everyth<strong>in</strong>g - h<strong>in</strong>ts and shadows,<br />
Slips of the tongue and self-deceptions,<br />
And only faith <strong>in</strong> resurrection<br />
Can give the semblance of a sign.<br />
W<strong>in</strong>ter – like a lavish funeral:<br />
Outside my house<br />
Adds currants to the dusk,<br />
Pours w<strong>in</strong>e – and there is a cake.<br />
Outside an apple tree stands <strong>in</strong> a snow drift.<br />
And the snow-shrouded town has been-<br />
A monument to your memory,<br />
What a long year it seems to me.<br />
With your face turned to God,<br />
You're reach<strong>in</strong>g for him from the land<br />
Like <strong>in</strong> the days when you walked on it<br />
Where you will yet be appreciated.<br />
December 1943<br />
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