Poem Author: Mariana Tsvetayeva


by Mariana Tsvetayeva: Longing for the motherland! / A mystery I demystified long ago!


In this huge town of mine—night. the sleepy home I leave—behind. And people think: wife, daughter— But I’m aware of just this—night. The July wind sweeps my way And somewhere in a window faintly—music. Ah, now ‘till dawn let a wind gust—blow Through my chest’s thin walls—into my chest. There is a black poplar, and …

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