Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva (1916)
Where does such tenderness come from?These aren’t the first curlsI’ve wound around my finger—I’ve kissed lips darker than yours.
The sky is washed and dark(Where does such tenderness come from?)Other eyes have knownand shifted away from my eyes.
But I’ve never heard words like thisin the night(Where does such tenderness come from?)with my head on your chest, rest.
Where does this tenderness come from?And what will I do with it? Youngstranger, poet, wandering through town,you and your eyelashes—longer than anyone’s. Art by Shashikant Dhotre
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