Author | Tsvetayeva, Marina. author |
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Title | In the Inmost Hour of the Soul [electronic resource] / by Marina Tsvetayeva |
Imprint | Totowa, NJ : Humana Press, 1989 |
Connect to | http://dx.doi.org/10.1007/978-1-4612-3706-8 |
Descript | XVI, 108 p. online resource |
You, rushing past on your streets -- The war, the war -- The leaves have fallen upon your gravestone -- The fatal volume -- Two suns are cooling -- After a sleepless night -- Sweetlyโsweetly -- Black as an iris -- To kiss oneโs brow -- I came in -- The New Yearโs Eve -- I am not an impostor -- Here, darling, take these rags -- Words are inscribed in the black sky -- I am. You shall be -- I will tell you about the great hoax -- Spurned by my lover -- Dying, I will not say -- I am paper to your pen -- Your soul is close to mine -- Poems grow like stars -- Bring to me all thatโs of no use to others -- The sun is one, but marches through all lands -- Two trees -- God, I live! -- J am happy to live impeccably and simply -- My way does not lie by your house -- To you, who bid farewell to love -- There is a whole tribe of them pining after me -- Nailed to the Pillory... : I -- Nailed to the pillory...: II -- You wanted this -- Neither stanzas, nor stars will save me -- Earthly Name -- Rolandโs Horn -- Soul unacquainted with limits -- Shaggy star -- How they flare up -- Slowly, with a careful thin hand -- I know that mortal loveliness -- In the garden -- Pride and Timidity -- Praise to Aphrodite: I -- Parise to Aphrodite: II -- Praise to Aphrodite: III -- Praise to Aphrodite: IV -- From the mindโs dreams -- With such force has her hand grasped -- The Muse -- Orpheus -- At dawn -- Thereโs an hour for those words -- So, in the destitute daily toil -- Find yourself trusting women -- Remember the law -- When, Lord -- You will have your proof -- The Sibyl -- Sibyl-to the Newborn -- But even the joy of mornings -- From Trees: VI -- VII -- VIII -- IX -- These are ashes of treasures -- The gold of my hair -- God: I -- God: III -- Do not call out to her -- Ophelia-In Defense of the Queen -- Itโs no black magic -- The hour when the kings on high -- The hour when my dear brother -- As patiently as stones are chiseled -- With the others -- Window -- Sister -- The hour of bared riverheads -- To Steal By... -- The Dialog of Hamlet with His Conscience -- The Crevasse -- The Curtain -- Sahara -- From The Hour of the Soul 1: In the inmost hour of the soul and the night -- 2: In the inmost hour of the soul -- Beyond Sight -- Minute -- From this mountain -- The Ravine -- I love you, but the torment is still alive -- You who loved me with the falsehood -- There are rhymes in this world -- It is not fated -- The Island -- Under the Shawl -- Thus-only Helen looks past the Trojan -- The Baptism -- Squeezed with the hollows -- A soldier, into a trench -- My veins slashed open