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E-raamat: Moscow in the Plague Year

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  • ISBN-13: 9781935744979
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  • ISBN-13: 9781935744979
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Written during the Russian Revolution of 1917 and the Moscow famine that followed, these poems are suffused with Tsvetaeva's irony and humor, which undoubtedly accounted for her success in not only reaching the end of the plague year alive, but making it the most productive of her career. We meet a drummer boy idolizing Napoleon, an irrepressibly mischievous grandmother who refuses to apologize to God on Judgment Day, and an androgynous (and luminous) Joan of Arc.

"Represented on a graph, Tsvetaeva's work would exhibit a curve - or rather, a straight line - rising at almost a right angle because of her constant effort to raise the pitch a note higher, an idea higher ... She always carried everything she has to say to its conceivable and expressible end. In both her poetry and her prose, nothing remains hanging or leaves a feeling of ambivalence. Tsvetaeva is the unique case in which the paramount spiritual experience of an epoch (for us, the sense of ambivalence, of contradictoriness in the nature of human existence) served not as the object of expression but as its means, by which it was transformed into the material of art." --Joseph Brodsky

While your eyes follow me into the grave, write up the whole caboodle on my cross! 'Her days began with songs, ended in tears, but when she died, she split her sides with laugher!'
--from Moscow in the Plague Year: Poems
Sweet to be two of us -- on just one horse 17(6)
With airborne step
18(1)
The morning dove has found a place
19(1)
I'm giving you this comb so you'll remember
20(2)
A mug, the tail end of the bread
22(1)
Playacting
1 An evening comes to mind. Early November
23(2)
2 So many wrists must
25(1)
3 Not love, but feverishness!
26(2)
4 With my shawl's ends I tie a knot
28(1)
5 To be my friend's forbidden, and I can't
29(1)
6 Do I kiss hair, or empty space?
30(1)
7 No peace for me until I hear
31(1)
8 As unforgettable as you're forgetful
32(1)
9 A brief chuckle
33(1)
10 For laughter, for worse
34(1)
11 Darling, I no longer need you
35(2)
12 Rose-coloured lips and beaver collar
37(1)
13 Flopped in an armchair, you can't be bothered
38(1)
14 Too much kissing has left your lips so
39(1)
15 `Give my daughter a kiss!'
40(1)
16 Nothing at all, and yet immense
41(1)
17 I blindly allowed transient lips and hands
42(1)
18 More than kissing, we took aim
43(1)
19 My friends! Family trinity! Closer
44(2)
20 I hear two sibilants -- here silk
46(1)
21 Champagne is fuel for treachery
47(1)
22 They're bored now that the drinking's done
48(1)
23 Though it's unique, the sun parades through every city
49(1)
24 Raise glasses to the Ace of Spades!
50(2)
25 The very Devil took my side!
52(2)
Into this drink I have dissolved
54(1)
To Alya
55(15)
Emperor and God! Concede forgiveness!
56(2)
`The world will end with a deluge!'
58(1)
Songs should be sung the way a man is loved
59(1)
Things a tsar's son must do this
60(1)
Accept my thanks, oh Lord
61(1)
If there's sugar, you're pleased
62(1)
A red bow for my hair!
63(2)
Once you enchanted me
65(2)
It's New Year. Roses in a heap
67(1)
Kant was your food and drink, you raved about him
68(2)
The Drummer Boy
1 `Drummer boy! Poor little lad!'
70(3)
2 Before my mother had me weaned
73(2)
Withholding all the rest, the god of song
75(1)
It's my pleasure to offer an example
76(1)
A noise. I can't make out a word
77(1)
I've loved you every day of my whole life
78(1)
To P. Antokolsky
79(2)
Not even one of you can understand
80(1)
In Memoriam A. A. Stakhovich
1 It wasn't bakeries being shut with seven
81(2)
2 Unostentatious signs
83(1)
3 By Novodevichy I search
84(2)
4 You and me in the Elysian Fields
86(1)
Poems for Sonechka
Envoi: To the Cigar Girl
87(1)
1 Before going off, a song!
88(2)
2 A little bird sang in the grove
90(2)
3 Raindrops patter on my window
92(1)
4 Raspberry-coloured rivulets begin
93(3)
5 As the railway carries me
96(2)
6 `Tell us a story about spring!'
98(1)
7 Girl from the cigar factory
99(3)
8 `The burning sun's blackened your hands'
102(1)
9 Don't lose your temper, angel from Heaven
103(1)
10 Snow-white lily of the valley
104(2)
[ 11] She sat on everybody's knees
106(1)
To Alya
107(2)
You think: `Sheer downright fraudulence, like soldiers
108(1)
Granny
1 When I get to be a granny
109(3)
2 When finally the day arrived
112(3)
You won't succeed in driving me away!
115(1)
But on my forehead stars
116(2)
To You Across One Hundred Years
118(22)
I'd reached the point of shedding tears
121(1)
Two trees long to reach each other
122(1)
Consuela! Consolation! Don't
123(2)
To Alya
1 In you there's not one drop of blood that's healthy
125(1)
2 I never lift a finger when you fall
126(1)
God! I'm alive! That means you aren't dead yet!
127(2)
Somebody walks behind a plough
129(1)
Masks and music. What's the third
130(1)
My attic palace, my palatial attic!
131(2)
I just can't get rid of you soon enough
133(2)
There was a time when I was garlanded
135(1)
You can decide: I've chopped up so much firewood
136(1)
Want to know how my days proceed
137(1)
We take the road of ordinary folk
138(2)
To Balmont
140(3)
My attic skylight up on high!
142(1)
To Alya
1 Sooner or later, creature of enchantment
143(1)
2 Vagabond, with no memories of a family!
144(1)
3 Little spirit of the home
145(2)
Sitting in unlit carriages
147(2)
The soul's immortal gift!
149(1)
I want neither to eat, nor drink, nor live
150(1)
I kissed him on the head without
151(2)
Four-liners
1 My rings upon so many hands
153(1)
2 Grandmothers love even the worst grand-daughters!
154(1)
3 Battling to get out of passion's rut
155(1)
4 A drop fell on my eyes
156(1)
5 All at once, while leafing through
157(1)
6 It'll happen tomorrow The day after
158(1)
7 The songbird always craves the grove
159(1)
8 You tell me I'm a whore -- and but
160(1)
9 Five-liner
161(1)
10 I bring you my heart like a bird
162(1)
11 But look, where tears are being shed
163(1)
12 In your homes everything's kept under
164(1)
13 I'm no rebel, I keep the rules. Whoever
165(1)
14 Those entering the world clench small hands tight
166(1)
15 No need for shame, my Russian land!
167(1)
[ 16] While your eyes follow me into the grave
168(1)
[ 17] All at once, while leafing through
169(1)
[ 18] You brought me a fistful of rubies
170(1)
[ 19] You tell me I'm a whore -- you're right
171(1)
[ 20] You tell me I'm a whore -- but listen
172(1)
[ 21] There was a robbery in your house
173(1)
[ 22] Clatter of steps outside the window
174(1)
[ 23] A step outside the door
175(1)
[ 24] An entry in the guest book
176(1)
Between Sunday and Saturday
177(2)
A rose of flame in the blue sky
179(1)
Pardon Love! Begging through the streets
180(1)
A star above the cradle, and one more above the grave!
181(1)
Born of debauch and separation
182(1)
Getting your way thanks to a coach
183(1)
My first grandmother bore four sons
184(1)
I'll let the wind transport this book
185(1)
You've travelled a long way, sleep sound in your new cell!
186(1)
Psyche
187(5)
His gown is coloured raspberry
189(2)
She creeps up imperceptibly
191(1)
Old-Fashioned Deference
192(12)
Equally young, equally ragged
194(1)
Do I love you?
195(2)
From seven until seven
197(2)
`I've sunk so low, and you're so wretched'
199(1)
You'd take him for an emperor's son
200(1)
Dying, I'll regret the gypsy songs
201(1)
Ballad of the Outcast Girl
202(2)
After H. Heine
204(4)
But when I come again into this world
206(1)
Two hands, each lowered gently
207(1)
A Son
208(2)
To Vyacheslav Ivanov
1 Your finger's writing in the sand
210(1)
2 Your finger's writing in the sand
211(1)
3 A favourite, not a paramour
212(2)
To N(ikolay) N(ikolayevich) V(ysheslavtsev)
1 Along great, silent roads
214(1)
2 All of the sea needs all of the sky
215(1)
3 Odour of England -- of the sea
216(2)
4 All we have's one hour of time
218(2)
5 A friend eyes have not seen, ears have not heard
220(2)
6 My way doesn't lead past your house
222(2)
7 Sympathy in my neighbour's eyes
224(1)
8 I'd sooner give my life than sacrifice
225(1)
9 Bagged and under water -- that's real courage!
226(1)
10 So trivial, so frivolous
227(1)
11 Repulsed by a blow to the chest
228(1)
12 Having bid all passions farewell
229(2)
13 You've no end of complaints at my behaviour!
231(1)
14 Don't hurry to reach a judgement!
232(1)
[ 14a] And yet for half an hour we two
233(1)
15 When it's unbearable -- the pain a woman
234(3)
16 Filled with wonder, totally enraptured
237(1)
17 Nailed to the pillar of shame of my old
238(1)
18 Even though nailed to the pillar of shame
239(2)
19 This is what you wanted. -- Yes. -- So be it
241(1)
20 With this my hand, whose praises seafarers
242(1)
21 If stanzas cannot help, nor constellations
243(2)
22 You cannot do your dirty work quite so
245(1)
23 Some are made of stone, and some of clay
246(1)
24 Just take it all, I don't need any of it
247(1)
25 Death of the Dancing Girl
248(1)
26 I've not been dancing, so I'm not to blame
249(1)
27 With the eyes of a witch under a spell
250(1)
My humble roof! Smoke from a beggar's fire!
251(1)
Here I sit, bereft of light, and bread
252(1)
I wrote it on a blackboard of dark slate
253(1)
Shadows have overtaken half a house
254(1)
My pity goes to everyone!
255(1)
I place my hand upon my heart and swear
256(2)
Half of the window has been opened
258(1)
Afterword 259(8)
Translator's Note 267