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Two of America's most passionate poets work magic to unearth the true voice of Tsvetaeva, to "open [her] veins."
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Two of America's most passionate poets work magic to unearth the true voice of Tsvetaeva, to "open [her] veins."
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- Verlag: Alice James Books
- Seitenzahl: 80
- Erscheinungstermin: 4. Dezember 2012
- Englisch
- Abmessung: 204mm x 156mm x 10mm
- Gewicht: 159g
- ISBN-13: 9781882295944
- ISBN-10: 1882295943
- Artikelnr.: 35339313
- Herstellerkennzeichnung
- Libri GmbH
- Europaallee 1
- 36244 Bad Hersfeld
- 06621 890
- Verlag: Alice James Books
- Seitenzahl: 80
- Erscheinungstermin: 4. Dezember 2012
- Englisch
- Abmessung: 204mm x 156mm x 10mm
- Gewicht: 159g
- ISBN-13: 9781882295944
- ISBN-10: 1882295943
- Artikelnr.: 35339313
- Herstellerkennzeichnung
- Libri GmbH
- Europaallee 1
- 36244 Bad Hersfeld
- 06621 890
Marina Tsvetaeva was born in Moscow in 1892 and died in 1941. Her poetry stands among the greatest works of twentieth century Russian writers. Ilya Kaminsky was born in Odessa, former Soviet Union in 1977, and arrived in the United States in 1993, when his family was granted asylum by the American government. He is the author of Dancing In Odessa (Tupelo Press, 2004) which won the Whiting Writer's Award, the American Academy of Arts and Letters' Metcalf Award, the Dorset Prize, the Ruth Lilly Fellowship given annually by Poetry magazine. In 2008, Kaminsky was awarded the Lannan Foundation's Literary Fellowship, and in 2009, poems from his manuscript, Deaf Republic, were awarded Poetry magazine's Levinson Prize. Currently, Kaminsky teaches Contemporary World Poetry, Creative Writing, and Literary Translation in the Master of Fine Arts Program in Creative Writing at San Diego State University. Jean Valentine won the Yale Younger Poets Award for her first book, Dream Barker, in 1965. Her eleventh book of poetry is Break the Glass, from Copper Canyon Press. Her previous collection, Little Boat was published by Wesleyan in 2007. Door in the Mountain: New and Collected Poems 1965-2003 was the winner of the 2004 National Book Award for Poetry. The recipient of the 2009 Wallace Stevens Award from the Academy of American Poets, Valentine has taught at Sarah Lawrence, New York University, and Columbia. She was the New York State Poet Laureate from 2008 until 2010.
Poems for Moscow
I won't leave you! / My "I don't want to" is always "I cannot."
I bless our hands' daily labor
In Commissariat
Poems about Moscow
I don't eavesdrop, I listen-in. / I was forbidden . . .
Where does such tenderness come from? / A kiss on the forehead
The cruel words of Blok about very early Akhmatova:
from Poems for Blok / from Poems for Akhmatova
The mysterious disappearance . . . / Not long ago . . .
I am happy living simply
"Assassination Attempt on Lenin"
I know the truth
I wake with the son.
From Poem of the End
For complete concurrence of souls . . .
From New Year's Letter
But today I want Rilke to speak-through me.
An Attempt at Jealousy
To love --
The Desk
The Desk
You can't buy me.
from Poem to Czechoslovakia
Today (September 26, Old Style)
I won't leave you! / My "I don't want to" is always "I cannot."
I bless our hands' daily labor
In Commissariat
Poems about Moscow
I don't eavesdrop, I listen-in. / I was forbidden . . .
Where does such tenderness come from? / A kiss on the forehead
The cruel words of Blok about very early Akhmatova:
from Poems for Blok / from Poems for Akhmatova
The mysterious disappearance . . . / Not long ago . . .
I am happy living simply
"Assassination Attempt on Lenin"
I know the truth
I wake with the son.
From Poem of the End
For complete concurrence of souls . . .
From New Year's Letter
But today I want Rilke to speak-through me.
An Attempt at Jealousy
To love --
The Desk
The Desk
You can't buy me.
from Poem to Czechoslovakia
Today (September 26, Old Style)
Poems for Moscow
I won't leave you! / My "I don't want to" is always "I cannot."
I bless our hands' daily labor
In Commissariat
Poems about Moscow
I don't eavesdrop, I listen-in. / I was forbidden . . .
Where does such tenderness come from? / A kiss on the forehead
The cruel words of Blok about very early Akhmatova:
from Poems for Blok / from Poems for Akhmatova
The mysterious disappearance . . . / Not long ago . . .
I am happy living simply
"Assassination Attempt on Lenin"
I know the truth
I wake with the son.
From Poem of the End
For complete concurrence of souls . . .
From New Year's Letter
But today I want Rilke to speak-through me.
An Attempt at Jealousy
To love --
The Desk
The Desk
You can't buy me.
from Poem to Czechoslovakia
Today (September 26, Old Style)
I won't leave you! / My "I don't want to" is always "I cannot."
I bless our hands' daily labor
In Commissariat
Poems about Moscow
I don't eavesdrop, I listen-in. / I was forbidden . . .
Where does such tenderness come from? / A kiss on the forehead
The cruel words of Blok about very early Akhmatova:
from Poems for Blok / from Poems for Akhmatova
The mysterious disappearance . . . / Not long ago . . .
I am happy living simply
"Assassination Attempt on Lenin"
I know the truth
I wake with the son.
From Poem of the End
For complete concurrence of souls . . .
From New Year's Letter
But today I want Rilke to speak-through me.
An Attempt at Jealousy
To love --
The Desk
The Desk
You can't buy me.
from Poem to Czechoslovakia
Today (September 26, Old Style)