Poems for Blok, 1 by Marina Tsvetaeva Your name is a—bird in my hand, a piece of ice on my tongue. The lips’ quick opening. Your name—five letters. A ball caught in flight, a silver bell in my mouth. A stone thrown into a silent lake is—the sound of your name. The light click of hooves at night —your name. Your name at my temple —shrill click of a cocked gun. Your name—impossible— kiss on my eyes, the chill of closed eyelids. Your name—a kiss of snow. Blue gulp of icy spring water. With your name—sleep deepens. High-res

Poems for Blok, 1 by Marina Tsvetaeva

Your name is a—bird in my hand, a piece of ice on my tongue. The lips’ quick opening. Your name—five letters. A ball caught in flight, a silver bell in my mouth.

A stone thrown into a silent lake is—the sound of your name. The light click of hooves at night —your name. Your name at my temple —shrill click of a cocked gun.

Your name—impossible— kiss on my eyes, the chill of closed eyelids. Your name—a kiss of snow. Blue gulp of icy spring water. With your name—sleep deepens.

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