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Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems

This book is a curated selection of poems that delve into the imagery and symbolism of ice and frost. The poems are thought-provoking and visually evocative, providing readers with a unique perspective on the natural world and human emotions. more

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Marina Tsvetaeva
Marina Tsvetaeva

Russian poet born on October 8, 1892, and died on August 31, 1941. Known for her passionate and profound poetry, she is considered one of the greatest poets in the history of Russian literature. more

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