The great Russian poet Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva committedsuicide by hanging at Elabuga on the 31st August, 1941. Hergrave is not known, but her work knows no place nor death. I How easy it is to say yes,The inevitable, proper, necessary yesThat the world asks of itselfAnd says over and over, yes,Yes, that is how things […]
He minded dem getting torpedoed i da White Sea,
hit blew da boo clean aff.
Da Bulksheid, he held though an dey limpit inta Arcangel,
whaur shu wis lashed ta da peir, an micht still be dere yet.
When Birnam Wood shall come to Dunsinane / Only an utter simpleton will strain / Their mind and fail to…
A single sail a blaze of white
/ through haze on a pale blue sea!
/ What does it seek on a far-off shore?
/ What’s…
I mind on ye but little ava
/ and I’m no that tane wi your fate,
/ but slicht tho the tryst was atween…
Moscow is milling with watermelons.
/ Everything breathes a boundless freedom.
/ And it blows with unbridled fierceness
/ from the breathless melonvendors.
/
/ Stalls. Din. Girls’ headscarves.
/ They…
Your thin shoulders whips will redden,
/ whips will redden, and ice make leaden.
/
/ Your childish arms will heave rail-tracks,
/ heave rail-tracks and sew…
