Marina Tsvetaeva and Me

I have read so many works by Marina Tsvetaeva since last summer that I'm totally obsessed by her. It seems to me that I have swallowed a whole world and that I now need to process it, much like an alligator digesting its huge prey. I have had a poem about her 2 daughters whirling in my mind for weeks. It's so heartbreaking, that I fear I may never be able to write it down.

Wish me luck!



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