December 2017
This is a poem I'd probably never have written without the experience of translating two sequences of poems by Marina Tsvetaeva (1892-1941) which she wrote between January 1917 and December 1920 in Moscow, and dedicated to her St. Petersburg rival Anna Akhmatova, Miles I and II.
DARE
I dare you
to touch me
on the foot again
without asking,
in only a
friendly way.
I dare you
to touch me again
on my foot
without
stirring my heart
or my wrath.
© 2017 Mary Jane White
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