“After a night of insomnia the body gets weaker, Becomes dear but no one’s — not even your own.” — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share Image
“- Why are your poems so different from one another? - Because the years are different.” — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share Image
“for the path of comets/ is the path of poets: they burn without warming,/ pick without cultivating. They are: an explosion, a… — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share Image
I opened my veins. Unstoppably life spurts out with no remedy. Now I set out bowls and plates. Every bowl will be… — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share Image
“A poet's marriage to his time is a forced marriage. A marriage of which - as of any suffered violence - he… — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share Image
“A shoe's material - leather - is calculable and finite. work of art's material (not sound, not word, not stone, not canvas,… — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share Image
“At the skin, my blood calls out to your heart, my whole sky craves an island of tenderness. My rivers tilt towards you.” — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share
There are books so alive that you're always afraid that while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a… — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share
One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk. — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share
What shall I do, singer and first-born, in a world where the deepest black is grey, and inspiration is kept in a thermos? with… — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share
“The forbidden cabinet. The forbidden fruit. That fruit is—a volume, a huge blue-lilac volume with a gold inscription slantwise: Collected Works of A.S. Pushkin.… — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share
No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book? — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share
An amazing observation: it is precisely for feelings that one needs time, not for thought. ... Feelings, obviously, are more demanding than thought. — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share
“A shoe's material - leather - is calculable and finite. work of art's material (not sound, not word, not stone, not canvas, but spirit)… — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share
“Your name is a -- bird in my hand a piece of -- ice on the tongue one single movement of the lips. Your… — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share
Women talk about love and silent about lovers, men - on the contrary: Speaking of mistresses, but are silent about love. — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share
“Teasing and tempting and playing We loved like children, us both But somebody, hiding a smile, Set up the ungentle nets - And here… — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share
“Life is a railroad station; soon I will set out - for where? I will not say.” — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share
