A POET IS BORN

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Did you know we can celebrate “poetry”?

Yeah, it’s true. There is a day marked in the calendar for this purpose. If there is poetry in your soul and you are about to burst with emotions, go ahead! Pour it all into a poem!

Send your ideas, your small poems, your glorious challenges to the world, to this email address:poetry

   lctidiomas@infonegocio.com

and we’ll post them on the blog. Come on, dare immortality with us!  

  IN THE MEANTIME, why not have a look at the poets who have already become stars in a a universe of words?

Ladies and gentlemen, aliens and residents, animals and Animals, I give you

Miss Marina!

Marina Tsvetayeva, translated by David McDuff

For my poems, written down so soon in life, so early,

I did not know I was a poet yet,

Forced loose from me like droplets from a fountain,

A rocket's sparkling jet,

Poems storming from me, invading, like some tiny demons,

The sanctuary where sleep and incense twine,

Their themes made up of youth and death, my poems,

My always unread lines!

Thrown here and there, amid the dust of various bookshops,

Untouched then, now, by any reader's thumb,

For my poems, stored deep like wines of precious vintage,

I know a time will come.

Oh, my, there goes my last tear…

Anyway, I think it proper to add some background to the artist, so that we can understand her art better.

  • --------Marina Tsvetayeva had a difficult life. She was born in Moscow, Russia. Her father was a professor of art history and her mother a pianist who never fulfilled her ambition of playing at concert level. By her own account, Tsvetayeva had a bittersweet childhood.
  • Her mother had wanted a musical son. Instead, she got a poetic daughter! Apparently, her mother sometimes destroyed her daughter.s early poems.
  • After her mother’s death in 1906, Tsvetayeva could finally give up her music lessons and concentrate on her writing. She married in 1912 and had two daughters. When her husband joined the Tsar’s White Army, they were separated by events for five years. During this time, she suffered badly in the Moscow famine. She had no money to look after herself and her children.
  • Therefore, she took the drastic step of putting one of her daughters in a state orphanage, hoping she would be better fed. However, tragically, her daughter died of starvation in 1920.-------

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