Here you will find the Poem Poets (excerpt) of poet Marina Ivanova Tsvetaeva
3 What can I do, blind and outcast In a world where all are fathered and sighted, Where passions go over anathemas As if over embankments! Where a lament Is called - sniffles! What can I do, by rib and Providence Singing! - Like a wire! Sunburn! Siberia! I travel my delusions - like a bridge! With their weightlessness In a world of weights. What can I do, singer and firstborn, In a world where the blackest - is gray! Where inspiration is kept, as in a thermos! With this infinity In a finite world?!
