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MadeInUSSR Posted 20 years ago
Russian poems : by Marina Tsvetayeva 1892-1941
I know the truth—give up all other truths!
No need for people anywhere on earth to struggle.
Look—it is evening, look, it is nearly night:
what do you speak of, poets, lovers, generals ?
The wind is level now, the earth is wet with dew,
the storm of stars in the sky will turn to quiet.
And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we
who never let each other sleep above it.
1915
No need for people anywhere on earth to struggle.
Look—it is evening, look, it is nearly night:
what do you speak of, poets, lovers, generals ?
The wind is level now, the earth is wet with dew,
the storm of stars in the sky will turn to quiet.
And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we
who never let each other sleep above it.
1915
Top answer
Hello, MadeInUSSR, Just want to say that I'm glad to meet you and to see some Russian poetry here.
- Hello, MadeInUSSR, Just want to say that I'm glad to meet you and to see some Russian poetry here.
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Hello, MadeInUSSR,
Just want to say that I'm glad to meet you and to see some Russian poetry here.
Just want to say that I'm glad to meet you and to see some Russian poetry here.
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nice to meet you too
i hope people will like and understand M.Ts.'s poems
i hope people will like and understand M.Ts.'s poems
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MadeInUSSRi hope people will like and understand M.Ts.'s poems
JanissarygloomyYou don't understand her poems, Jan.
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Here's another window
with more sleepless people!
Perhaps drinking wine or
perhaps only sitting,
or maybe two lovers are
unable to part hands.
Every house has
a window like this.
A window at night: cries
of meeting or leaving.
Perhaps there are many lights,
perhaps only three candles.
But there is no peace in
my m
with more sleepless people!
Perhaps drinking wine or
perhaps only sitting,
or maybe two lovers are
unable to part hands.
Every house has
a window like this.
A window at night: cries
of meeting or leaving.
Perhaps there are many lights,
perhaps only three candles.
But there is no peace in
my m
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RuslanaMadeInUSSRi hope people will like and understand M.Ts.'s poemsJanissarygloomyYou don't understand her poems, Jan.
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sorry. i supposed there was a little bit reality in it so lets move on.
meanwhile i read Rudyard Kipling once upon a time
so lets move on.meanwhile i read Rudyard Kipling once upon a time
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I think we'd better not discuss Kipling in this topic, Jan... Because it is off topic.
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