Marina Tsvetaeva Visits Galina Italyanskaya Comments

Push aside the branches covered in thorns, and stretch forth your hand, and grasp a rose. Breathe deeply its scent so its beauty enters you. Then grab a dozen, and fling them over both the wedding party and the funeral cortege, over the children playing and the wooing adolescents. Present them to the adults who serve and the old people who rest. This is what the poets must perform that which is struggling to be born must be released, it has to be greeted and made to feel this place, this time, this world is HOME. - - - - - - - Yes, I can feel the song birds flying about your poems- - - - Flowers of 'HOPE blooming.

A fantastic poem with great imagery, I quote: Even now I hear birds singing near and far, high above me in the immense sky or on the branches of garden trees. If this is a fantasy I wish it to come true......10+++