Marina Tsvetaeva- A Kiss On The Forehead

Marina Tsvetaeva is another one of my favourite poets from within the Russian selection, another Silver Age poet to be enjoyed. She was born in Moscow and her mother died of Tuberculosis whilst she was just 14. I think this is reflected heavily throughout her early collections, particularly in the poem below.
This is a poem which I find really nostalgic. I think the situation is applicable to many however this reminds me of my relationship with parents, the kiss on the forehead has always soothed any problems I have had in the past and I miss that reliability.

A kiss on the forehead—erases misery.
I kiss your forehead.
A kiss on the eyes—lifts sleeplessness.
I kiss your eyes.
A kiss on the lips—is a drink of water.
I kiss your lips.
A kiss on the forehead—erases memory.

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