"For, poet, once you’re given a voice,
From you all else is taken." 

This is one of those cases where I wish I could read a work in its native language. Translating poetry is an incredibly difficult task and it can never truly give justice.

Marina Tsvetaeva's poetry was very emotional and that's usually what I look for the most when reading poetry. But I felt a bit lost sometimes, it was at times a bit hard to get what she was talking about. I think because of how her poetry seems to be drawn from such a personal and heartbroken space, you need to know about her, her tragic life as well as Russian history beforehand.

It's still very much interesting to read about how she chronicled this time period in Russia, while keeping in mind this is the point of view of a rather pro-imperialist person.
3.5/5.