Marina Tsvetaeva - Lost in Thought, Ive Looked

Lost in thought, I’ve looked for other
Undiscovered foreign land,
Mindlessly, I’ve crushed the clover - 
Head by head.

Thus, in distant sultry summer,
In the field of rye and wheat,
Death will mindlessly dissever - 
My own head.

1936/2011


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В мыслях об ином, инаком


[Marina Tsvetaeva committed suiсide on August 31, 1941]








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В мыслях об ином, инаком


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