Every verse is a child of love, A destitute bastard slip, A firstling -- the winds above -- Left by the road asleep. Heart has a gulf, and a bridge, Heart has a bless, and a grief. Who is his father? A liege? Maybe a liege, or a thief.
Sunday, 4 March 2012
Poetry Lovers' Page: 'Every Verse is a Child of Love' by Marina Tsvetaeva
Poetry Lovers' Page: 'Every Verse is a Child of Love' by Marina Tsvetaeva
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