8 October – Marina Tsvetaeva

by amandasword

Marina Tsvetaeva – poet


No longer now the same god-given bounties
Where now no longer the same waters glide.
Then fly, and hasten, doves of Aphrodite,
Through the great gates that sunset has swung wide.

And I on the chill sands shall lie, receding
Into the dimness of unreckoned days…
Like the shed skin the snake is coldly eyeing,
My youth, outgrown, has shrunk under my gaze.

Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
(8 October [O.S. 26 September] 1892 – 31 August 1941)
Russian and Soviet poet

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