(339 words) Poetry is an amazing combination of letters that can inspire us. Many poets conquer our hearts with beautiful poems, but, as often happens, each of us will prefer one artist to another. And I also take the place of the pedestal for one poet who has long crept into my soul. I can definitely single out Marina Tsvetaeva and call her my favorite poet.
The Silver Age endowed us with delightful poems, and Tsvetaeva’s creations for me each time come first. Love for this poet began with the poem "Books in red binding." This work still smells of childhood, and the author associates the smell of that wonderful time with books. The reader recognizes in Tsvetaeva a young curious girl who, before going to bed, worried about the heroes of Mark Twain. The love of reading has grown into a real talent, and now, going through the lines of this poem, we understand, “How good it is to book at home!”
Another poem by Tsvetaeva gives me bright hope for a worthy assessment of any work. In the work “To My Poems Written So Early” there is covered not only the theme of the poet and poetry, but also the expectations and prospects of revealing a powerful gift. As Pushkin said, “to burn the hearts of people with a verb.” Marina Tsvetaeva believed that her poems would be heard and read, even if at first “no one took them and never takes them!” The poem filled me with the belief that quality creativity "will come its turn." The taste of anticipation that Tsvetaeva added to the work became so sweet and fragrant that I too begin to dream of recognition.
The frenzy of the feelings of Marina Tsvetaeva is to many's liking. Let us turn to the poem "Homesickness." It is even surprising that, while in exile, the lyrical heroine was supposedly “no matter where to be completely lonely ...”, but the last lines destroy the entire protest of the author. The rowan bush as a symbol of the homeland and sincere love for it prevails over the entire contradictory nature of the work. Tsvetaeva declares her love for her country differently, and thus falls into the top ten.
Marina Tsvetaeva is amazing at how she is able to transform in lyrics. How much succession of generations we will meet in "Grandmother", and how much self-will and adherence in the poem "Who is made of stone, who is made of clay"! That is why Tsvetaeva may not be loved, but her work must be respected.
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