Summary
Marina Cvetajeva: I am sea foam
A selection from poetry
She was of a special kind: neither "of stone" nor "of clay" was she created. And not even "from the earth". Like "deceptive sea foam". From air and water - not air and not water. From a wave and a rock - not a wave and not a rock. On the border of the elements - in the collision of the elements. Collision of the elements. She had just climbed to the top of the wave, playful and boisterous - and she was already disappearing into the sand like lace, submissively and without turning. She, who dies at the moment of birth and is resurrected with every new impact of the wave - "silvering and flickering". Momentary and eternal, changing and unchanged - Psyche. Living Soul.
Pavel Yevgeňjevič Fokin
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