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Grey Hairs

Grey Hairs

These are ashes of treasures:
Of hurt and loss.
These are ashes in face of which
Granite is dross.
Dove, naked and brilliant,
It has no mate.
Solomon’s ashes
Over vanity that’s great.
Time’s menacing chalkmark,
Not to be overthrown.
Means God knocks at the door
Once the house has burned down!
Not choked yet by refuse,
Days’ and dreams’ conqueror.
Like a thunderbolt Spirit
Of early grey hair.
It’s not you who’ve betrayed me
On the home front, years.
This grey is the triumph
Of immortal powers.



Poem Grey Hairs - Marina Tsvetaeva