Mandelstam, Myself Included by Mary Susannah Robbins - HTML preview

part without hope: passion

also is just

a bridge, a means of connection

Understand: we have

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grown into one as we slept and

now I can‘t jump

because I can‘t let go your hand.

But this dark is deep:

now I warm you with my blood, listen

to this flesh.

It is far truer than poems.

…

Marina Tsvetaeva

translation by Elaine Feinstein