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by Mariana Tsvetayeva: Longing for the motherland! / A mystery I demystified long ago!
Russian
And I Was Alive
by Osip Mandelstam: And I was alive in the blizzard of the blossoming pear, / Myself I stood in the storm of the bird-cherry tree.
Black Candle
by Osip Mandelstam: Your girlish shoulders are for blushing, / For blushing under whips, and in dawn’s raw ice to shine.
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“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.” | by Marina Tsvetaeva
Mariana Tsvetayeva
Mariana Tsvetayeva was one of the most gifted Russia poets of the first half of the twentieth century. Her work, translated by Vittoria Bradshaw, was featured in Volume V of Poetry International.
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