Distances divide, exclude us.
They’ve dis-weilded and dis-glued us.
Despatched, disposed of, dis-inclusion –
they never knew this meant fusion
of elbow grease and inspiration.
by Марина Ивановна Цветаева
(Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva)
(1925)
translated by Peter Oram
Interesting addition: Throughout much of 1926 Tsvetaeva kept up and intense correspondence with Rainer Maria Rilke and Boris Pasternak. The above poem was sent to Pasternak while Tsvetaeva was in exile and had moved from Prague to Paris thus increasing her distance from her homeland. She grew increasingly isolated amongst the other emigre community as she had praised the works of Mayakovsky which got her mistakenly branded as endorsing the Soviet system which eventually led the editors of the important journal The Latest News to stop publishing her works which, via her literary earnings, had allowed her to support her family through her contributions.
Rambling At The Bridge Head 