My Poems... Quotes

“I’m kissing you now — across
The gap of a thousand years.”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems...: Selected Poetry

“I’ll rise up as a poem…”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems...: Selected Poetry

“The one that burned the hottest is the first to die.”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems...: Selected Poetry

“Where does such tenderness come from
And what do I do with it, you, sly,
Adolescent, vagabond singer,
Whose lashes couldn’t be longer?”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems...: Selected Poetry

“After a night of insomnia the body gets weaker,
Becomes dear but no one’s — not even your own.”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems...: Selected Poetry

“Where does such tenderness come from?
These curls that I stroke with my hand
Aren't the first that I've stroked, and I
Knew lips that were darker than yours.”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems...: Selected Poetry

“My soul - born in a nameless place”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems...: Selected Poetry

“I understood that with our moans, we raise
The long deceased from underneath the ground”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems...: Selected Poetry

“It's a grave but don't treat it as such,
My spirit won't rise to haunt you...
I, myself, loved laughing too much
Whenever I wasn't supposed to!”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems...: Selected Poetry

“I am your seventh Day, your longed-for Sunday's rest,
Your passion and your seventh heaven”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems...: Selected Poetry

“From early on we loved the broken-hearted
And knew that home-life wasn’t made for us.
One dismal day our ship had left the harbor
And now it’s freely tossed by every gust.”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems: Selected Poetry of Marina Tsvetaeva

“Ten years between us, a hundred thousand
Years between us - God builds no bridges”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems...: Selected Poetry

“See this cypress cross? By this one
That you know so well,
I swear: All will awaken - you just whistle
By my window there.”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems...: Selected Poetry

“Вскрыла жилы: неостановимо,
Невосстановимо хлещет жизнь.
Подставляйте миски и тарелки!
Всякая тарелка будет – мелкой,
Миска – плоской,
Через край – и мимо
В землю черную, питать тростник.
Невозвратно, неостановимо,
Невосстановимо хлещет стих.”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems...: Selected Poetry

“С ранних лет нам близок, кто печален,
Скучен смех и чужд домашний кров...
Наш корабль не в добрый миг отчален
И плывет по воле всех ветров!”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, My Poems: Selected Poetry of Marina Tsvetaeva