Marina Tsvetaeva Every Poem Is A Child Of Love, Poem by valentin savin

This is wonderful indeed. Have a look at my poetry

Every poem is a child of love, how true dear poet Valentine, heart at the holy altar and heart full of grief............. i am trying to get deeper into the secrets of your soul as i write comments... love your poems. tony

it does LOOK like the Russian rhymes as the English does. i wonder if it sounds like rhyming in Russian. i'd use a blessing, not a bless, but i can't read/understand the Русские слова. i'll look for one you wrote all by yourself aka not a translation. bri :)

This is Marina's voice of despair. Whatever drove her to commit suicide at the moment she did we will never know, perhaps she was simply overwhelmed with the War, the deprivations, the politics, the failure of love, what a list (I was going to write litany - but that means prayer - but she was beyond the help prayer might offer, don't you think?) But this poem isn't complete despair, because parentage of the poem/child might be royal, and fate might give blessing/altar as likely as hell/grief. It's a matter of chance, and it is a cruel, punishing chance but still what we call in English A FIGHTING CHANCE. And Marina was a fighter until the darkness closed in completely (I guess) .

I'm glad that you liked my line!)

I think it's a very good translation. It's not easy to translate poetry close to the original text: to its meaning, metre and rhyme. (Maybe I would say Left to all winds on the earth - what do you think?)