Correspondence Marina Tsvetaeva
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Marina Tsvetaeva - Rainer Marie Rilke
September Gilles-sur-Bu
May 9, 1926
Rainer Maria Rilke!
Is permitted to be so for you to apply? Because you - poetry itself in the flesh - can not not know that one name - the poem. Rainer Maria - it sounds church - but a child - but chivalrous. Your name rhymes not with time - it comes from above or from the post - from time immemorial. Your name wanted to, and you chose him. (Their names we choose for yourself, everything that happens - only a consequence.) Your baptisms were a prologue to you as integrity, and the priest baptize you, truly do not know what they do.
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No, you do what is called "my favorite poet" ( "favorite" - degree). You - a natural phenomenon, and it can not be mine and do not like him, but are undergoing, or, more precisely (but still too little! "), You - to realize the fifth verse: poetry itself, or (and this is also still too little) you - that from which poetry grows, and this is something more than she (you).
It is not in the man-Rilke (person - this is something that we are forced to!), And Rilke-spirit, which is still greater than the poet, and just as he, in fact, called for me Rilke - Rilke from the day after tomorrow.
You should see yourself through my eyes (my eyes), to reach their greatness of their scope, when I look at you: his greatness - all their distant-breadth.
And after you can still make a poet? Masters (eg Goethe) can be overcome, but overcome you - means (meant to) overcome poetry. Poet - is the one who overcomes life (to overcome).
You - an impossible task for future poets. The poet, who will come after you, should you, that is, you will need to be born again.
You are returning to their words original meaning (sense), and things - their original names, signs (weight). For example, if you say "great", then tell you about the great Lepe (modeling, лепоте) - as was intended when it [the word] occurs. (Today is "great" - only the bare exclamation mark.)
In Russian, I would express all this clearer, but I do not want to force you to vchityvaniyu, I'd rather ponuzhu himself to demolish (hineinzulesen - hineinzuschreiben).
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First thing in your letter threw me (not - elevated, not - have delivered) to the highest tower of joy, the word "May» (may), whom you have given a bit of the letter of the old aristocracy. May (mai) with i - is like on the first May holidays of the workers, who can ever be beautiful - but on the meek bourgeois May fiancés and (not too) lovers.
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A few short biographical (only the most necessary) Note: from the Russian revolution (not from revolutionary Russia, a revolution - a country with its own - and eternal - the law!) I arrived - in Berlin - Prague, along with your books. In Prague, first read "Early Poems. So I fell in love with Prague - from the first day - thanks to your students.
In Prague, I stayed with the 1922 to 1925, the first three years, in November 1925, the first went to Paris. Were you at that time there?
If you were there:
Why did not I come to you? Because you are my beloved - in the whole world. Very simple. And because you did not know me. From the suffering of pride, of awe before the event (if fate). From - cowardice, probably, to not have to endure your alienated look - on the threshold of your room. (Not strange you could not, of course, look at me! "But even if - then look something your would be for everyone, because you did not know me, and that means: after all, an alien!)
Another thing: You'll always feel me as a Russian, I did you - as the phenomenon of actual human (divine). In this - the complexity of our overly original nationality - all that we have the self - the Europeans call a Russian.
Something like us - with the Chinese, Japanese, blacks - very far or very wild.
===========
Rainer Maria, all is not lost, in the future (1927) Boris coming year, and we call upon you - wherever you are. Boris, I know very little and I love him as like a never-not ever seen (is former or has not yet arrived: after-coming), Never-Never-seen-or not happened. It is not so young - 33 years, so it seems to me, but childish. At his father he does not look like a single eyelashes (the best thing that can make a son). I believe only in the mother's sons. You - also a mother's son. Man in the female line - because so rich (duality).
The first poet of Russia - this is it. It is known to me - and a few, the rest wait until he dies.
===========
I look forward to your book as thunderstorms, which is - I want to or not - come. Almost like a heart operation (no, this is not a metaphor! Each poem //Your //cut into the heart and cut into it at will - I want to or not). Do not want anything!
Do you know why I'm telling you you and love you and - and - and - because you - force. The rare.
===========
Can you tell me not to answer, I know that this time, I know that is poetry. I know, and that such a letter. So.
===========
In Vaud (canton), I was a little girl ten years (1903), in Lausanne, and many remember from that time. In the pension was a grown black woman, which was to learn French. She learned to anything, but devoured violets. This is the most poignant of what comes to mind. Blue lips - Negro lips are not red - and blue violets. Blue Lake Geneva appears later.
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What I want from you, Reiner? Nothing. Total. To you let me every moment of my life your eyes towards you - how to top that protects (some stone guardian angel!). While I did not know - could be so, but now that I know you - want to permit.
For my soul is well educated.
===========
But I want to write to you - whether you want to or not. On your Russia (cycle "kings", etc.). Significant.
Your Russian letters. Emotion. I, who as an Indian (or Hindu?) Never cry, I was almost ...
===========
I read your letter, near the ocean, the ocean was reading along with me, we read both. Do not interfere if you such a co-reader? The other will not - I'm too jealous (to you - jealous).
===========
Here's my book - you can not read them - put them on your desktop and take my word for that until I did not have them here (I mean peace, not the table!).
===========
May 10, 1926
You know, as I have today (10 th) has received your books? The children were still asleep (seven in the morning), I suddenly got up and ran to the door. At this very moment - I already had his hand on the doorknob - the postman knocked on the door - straight into my hand. I could only complete my door and take the gesture of the same, yet stores tap, hand - the book.
I still did not reveal them, otherwise the letter would not leave today - and it should fly.
===========
When my daughter (Ariadne) was still quite small - only a couple or three years - she often asked me before going to sleep: "And thou shalt read Reynard?"
Reinecke - so it sounded - in her rapid childhood zvukooschuscheni - Rainer Maria Rilke. The children have no sense of pauses.
===========
I want to write to you about the Vendee, my heroic French homeland. (In every country and in the century - at least one, is not it?) I'm here for the sake of her name. If, as I have neither money nor time, choose the most necessary: vital.
===========
Switzerland does not admits Russian. But the mountains have to move apart (or break up!) - That Boris and I come to you!
I believe in the mountains. (Stitching, I reworked - but basically there is no - because the mountains and the night (Berge - Nachte) rhyme - you learn?) *
Marina
Your letter to Boris take another today - registered and all the gods at will. Russia for me is still kind of underworld.
* Tsvetaeva refers to the line of the poem Rilke: "I believe in the night" .- Trans.
September Gilles-sur-Bu
May 9, 1926
Rainer Maria Rilke!
Is permitted to be so for you to apply? Because you - poetry itself in the flesh - can not not know that one name - the poem. Rainer Maria - it sounds church - but a child - but chivalrous. Your name rhymes not with time - it comes from above or from the post - from time immemorial. Your name wanted to, and you chose him. (Their names we choose for yourself, everything that happens - only a consequence.) Your baptisms were a prologue to you as integrity, and the priest baptize you, truly do not know what they do.
===========
No, you do what is called "my favorite poet" ( "favorite" - degree). You - a natural phenomenon, and it can not be mine and do not like him, but are undergoing, or, more precisely (but still too little! "), You - to realize the fifth verse: poetry itself, or (and this is also still too little) you - that from which poetry grows, and this is something more than she (you).
It is not in the man-Rilke (person - this is something that we are forced to!), And Rilke-spirit, which is still greater than the poet, and just as he, in fact, called for me Rilke - Rilke from the day after tomorrow.
You should see yourself through my eyes (my eyes), to reach their greatness of their scope, when I look at you: his greatness - all their distant-breadth.
And after you can still make a poet? Masters (eg Goethe) can be overcome, but overcome you - means (meant to) overcome poetry. Poet - is the one who overcomes life (to overcome).
You - an impossible task for future poets. The poet, who will come after you, should you, that is, you will need to be born again.
You are returning to their words original meaning (sense), and things - their original names, signs (weight). For example, if you say "great", then tell you about the great Lepe (modeling, лепоте) - as was intended when it [the word] occurs. (Today is "great" - only the bare exclamation mark.)
In Russian, I would express all this clearer, but I do not want to force you to vchityvaniyu, I'd rather ponuzhu himself to demolish (hineinzulesen - hineinzuschreiben).
===========
First thing in your letter threw me (not - elevated, not - have delivered) to the highest tower of joy, the word "May» (may), whom you have given a bit of the letter of the old aristocracy. May (mai) with i - is like on the first May holidays of the workers, who can ever be beautiful - but on the meek bourgeois May fiancés and (not too) lovers.
===========
A few short biographical (only the most necessary) Note: from the Russian revolution (not from revolutionary Russia, a revolution - a country with its own - and eternal - the law!) I arrived - in Berlin - Prague, along with your books. In Prague, first read "Early Poems. So I fell in love with Prague - from the first day - thanks to your students.
In Prague, I stayed with the 1922 to 1925, the first three years, in November 1925, the first went to Paris. Were you at that time there?
If you were there:
Why did not I come to you? Because you are my beloved - in the whole world. Very simple. And because you did not know me. From the suffering of pride, of awe before the event (if fate). From - cowardice, probably, to not have to endure your alienated look - on the threshold of your room. (Not strange you could not, of course, look at me! "But even if - then look something your would be for everyone, because you did not know me, and that means: after all, an alien!)
Another thing: You'll always feel me as a Russian, I did you - as the phenomenon of actual human (divine). In this - the complexity of our overly original nationality - all that we have the self - the Europeans call a Russian.
Something like us - with the Chinese, Japanese, blacks - very far or very wild.
===========
Rainer Maria, all is not lost, in the future (1927) Boris coming year, and we call upon you - wherever you are. Boris, I know very little and I love him as like a never-not ever seen (is former or has not yet arrived: after-coming), Never-Never-seen-or not happened. It is not so young - 33 years, so it seems to me, but childish. At his father he does not look like a single eyelashes (the best thing that can make a son). I believe only in the mother's sons. You - also a mother's son. Man in the female line - because so rich (duality).
The first poet of Russia - this is it. It is known to me - and a few, the rest wait until he dies.
===========
I look forward to your book as thunderstorms, which is - I want to or not - come. Almost like a heart operation (no, this is not a metaphor! Each poem //Your //cut into the heart and cut into it at will - I want to or not). Do not want anything!
Do you know why I'm telling you you and love you and - and - and - because you - force. The rare.
===========
Can you tell me not to answer, I know that this time, I know that is poetry. I know, and that such a letter. So.
===========
In Vaud (canton), I was a little girl ten years (1903), in Lausanne, and many remember from that time. In the pension was a grown black woman, which was to learn French. She learned to anything, but devoured violets. This is the most poignant of what comes to mind. Blue lips - Negro lips are not red - and blue violets. Blue Lake Geneva appears later.
===========
What I want from you, Reiner? Nothing. Total. To you let me every moment of my life your eyes towards you - how to top that protects (some stone guardian angel!). While I did not know - could be so, but now that I know you - want to permit.
For my soul is well educated.
===========
But I want to write to you - whether you want to or not. On your Russia (cycle "kings", etc.). Significant.
Your Russian letters. Emotion. I, who as an Indian (or Hindu?) Never cry, I was almost ...
===========
I read your letter, near the ocean, the ocean was reading along with me, we read both. Do not interfere if you such a co-reader? The other will not - I'm too jealous (to you - jealous).
===========
Here's my book - you can not read them - put them on your desktop and take my word for that until I did not have them here (I mean peace, not the table!).
===========
May 10, 1926
You know, as I have today (10 th) has received your books? The children were still asleep (seven in the morning), I suddenly got up and ran to the door. At this very moment - I already had his hand on the doorknob - the postman knocked on the door - straight into my hand. I could only complete my door and take the gesture of the same, yet stores tap, hand - the book.
I still did not reveal them, otherwise the letter would not leave today - and it should fly.
===========
When my daughter (Ariadne) was still quite small - only a couple or three years - she often asked me before going to sleep: "And thou shalt read Reynard?"
Reinecke - so it sounded - in her rapid childhood zvukooschuscheni - Rainer Maria Rilke. The children have no sense of pauses.
===========
I want to write to you about the Vendee, my heroic French homeland. (In every country and in the century - at least one, is not it?) I'm here for the sake of her name. If, as I have neither money nor time, choose the most necessary: vital.
===========
Switzerland does not admits Russian. But the mountains have to move apart (or break up!) - That Boris and I come to you!
I believe in the mountains. (Stitching, I reworked - but basically there is no - because the mountains and the night (Berge - Nachte) rhyme - you learn?) *
Marina
Your letter to Boris take another today - registered and all the gods at will. Russia for me is still kind of underworld.
* Tsvetaeva refers to the line of the poem Rilke: "I believe in the night" .- Trans.
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