Here you will find thePoemPatiently, as one grinds gravel...of poet Marina Ivanova Tsvetaeva
Patiently, as one grinds gravel Patiently, as one awaits death, Patiently, as news ripens, Patiently, as one savors revenge - I will wait for you (fingers clinched- As a slave waits for his Queen) Patiently, as one waits for rhymes, Patiently, as one bites one's hands. I will wait for you (gaze -to ground, Teeth to lips. Stupor. Stone). Patiently, as one prolongs bliss, Patiently, as one strings beads. The scrape of runners, the answering scrape of a door: the roar of Taiga winds. A royal decree arrives: - Coup d'etat and the grandee is coming. Homeward bound: To the beyond - Yet mine.
