For my poems, written so early <br />That I didn't even know I was a poet, <br />Hurled like drops from a fountain, <br />Like sparks from rockets, <br /> <br />That burst like tiny devils, <br />Into the sanctuary of sleep and incense, <br />For my poems about youth and death <br />-- For my unread poems! <br /> <br />Scattered in dusty bookstores, <br />Where no one ever buys them! <br />For my poems, like precious wines, <br />A time will come.<br /><br />Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-my-poems-written-so-early/
