not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Saturday, January 28, 2023

rowan berries burning, even in winter


With a red brush
The mountain-ash burned:
The leaves were falling
And I was born.

From a short three verse poem by Marina Tsvetaeva. (I would like to find a published English translation of this rowan berry poem. If anyone has a source, I'd be grateful to be made aware.)