Marina Ivanova Tsvetaeva

Here you will find the Poem Tryst of poet Marina Ivanova Tsvetaeva

Tryst

In a world where all
Are hunched and lathered
I know only one
Equal to me in strength.

In a world where we
Seek so much,
I know only one
Equal to me in might.

In a world where everything
Is mold and vines,
I know: only
You are equal in essence

To me.