In the sweet, Atlantic
Breathing of spring
My curtain's like a butterfly,
Huge, fluttering
Like a Hindu widow
To a pyre's golden blaze,
Like a drowsy Naiad
To past-window seas.

~Marina Tsvetaeva

From Irina Gnedko, the model in this photo:  

"This poem was originally titled "A curtain". Then she renamed it as " Window". To her, windows were a site of freedom. About the same year she wrote to her friend, another poet, that her souls was never inside her body, instead it was outside windows, "behind windows"."


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