Saturday, 12 October 2013

sixty one



Your name is a—bird in my hand,
a piece of ice on my tongue.
...
A stone thrown into a silent lake
...
the chill of closed eyelids.*














* from “Poems for Blok” 
Marina Tsvetaeva (8 October 1892 - 31 August 1941)

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