Here's again the window, where nobody sleep
Today I read a poem by Marina Tsvetaeva (a Russian poet) which started like this:
Here's again the window,
Where nobody sleep.
Maybe they're drinking wine, or
Maybe they're simply sitting.
Or maybe they two can't break
The union of their hands.
Then I decided to go to my photos and find the first photo with a window in it. It turned out to be this one, taken in Singapore:

I wonder how would she have written that poem if she had been looking at these. Would it have been much different or pretty much the same?
Here's again the window,
Where nobody sleep.
Maybe they're drinking wine, or
Maybe they're simply sitting.
Or maybe they two can't break
The union of their hands.
Then I decided to go to my photos and find the first photo with a window in it. It turned out to be this one, taken in Singapore:

I wonder how would she have written that poem if she had been looking at these. Would it have been much different or pretty much the same?










