In Memory Of Marina Tsvetaeva Comments

A wonderful heart wrenching poem about the loss of someone Pasternak believed in and held dear. An almost perfect poem, I think. There is a sense of not being able to say something for years and then the need to put It down, that pervades the poem, and rushes forth, now too late.

Almost perfect poem of great devotion, and sadness. There is wonderful trapped sense if not being able to say something until later.