Mary Jane White: Friend, You Count Yourself Faithless,
…the Sea and all her ships
are women you are too certain of —
who would not marry you for love.
May 14, 2022 · Leave a comment
Mary Jane White: “Dear Friends” by Marina Tsvetaeva:
Dear friends, who’ve passed these nights with us!
Miles, and miles, and miles, and dry bread . . .
April 8, 2022 · 5 Comments
Mary Jane White: “A Late Reply” by Anna Akhmatova
Distract me, my native fields,
From all that has happened to me,
The abyss that swallowed my loved ones
March 18, 2022 · 1 Comment
Mary Jane White: “For You” by Marina Tsvetaeva
For you, I dissolve a handful of
Burnt hair in the glass.
So you will not eat, not sing,
Not drink, not sleep.
February 18, 2022 · Leave a comment
Mary Jane White: Friend, Tell Me, What Can I Know
…always the sun failed again
for the evening, and the short grass fell dull
in the shadows, out of the slant-light.
January 3, 2022 · 3 Comments
Mary Jane White: Why, Friend, With Surprise and Awe
I weep easily and often
now for the world.
November 8, 2021 · 4 Comments
Marina Tsvetaeva: Thank God for the Rich
For their root, putrid and loose,
For their weeping-wound from the cradle,
For their perplexing habit of taking
More from my pocket into their pocket.
January 22, 2021 · 2 Comments
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