Here you will find the Poem For my poems, written so early of poet Marina Ivanova Tsvetaeva
For my poems, written so early That I didn't even know I was a poet, Hurled like drops from a fountain, Like sparks from rockets, That burst like tiny devils, Into the sanctuary of sleep and incense, For my poems about youth and death -- For my unread poems! Scattered in dusty bookstores, Where no one ever buys them! For my poems, like precious wines, A time will come.
