Marina Tsvetaeva Quotes - Page 2

• Who sleeps at night? No one is sleeping.
 In the cradle a child is screaming.
 An old man sits over his death, and anyone
 young enough talks to his love, breathes 
into her lips, looks into her eyes.

  Marina Tsvetaeva

  Children, Sleep, Eye

  Marina Tsvetaeva (2011). “Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems”, p.48, Carcanet

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• My verses are my diary. My poetry is a poetry of proper names.

  Marina Tsvetaeva

  Names, Poetry, Diaries

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