Insomnia. 2. | A poem by Marina Tsvetaeva, 1916
Wolf Kahn, Woods in Two Colors and Three Tones, 1988
As I love to
kiss hands, and
to name everything, I
love to open
doors!
Wide — into the night!
Pressing my head
as I listen to some
heavy step grow softer
or the wind shaking
the sleepy and sleepless
woods.
Ah, night
small rivers of water rise
and bend towards — sleep.
(I am nearly sleeping.)
Somewhere in the night a
human being is drowning.
Marina Tsvetaeva, May 27, 1916
tr Elaine Feinstein
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