On the Sentimentality of the Silver Age
A Poem by Maria Moravskaya
Maria Moravskaya/Qalam
I’m stung by stingers finer than pins
Leaving wounds that linger long on my skin
Felled Christmas trees leave me in dismay
I weep for the puppy that’s lost or stray
This morning, tears fell for a beggar's plight,
Each droplet sharper than morning frost!
Is it frightful to be sentimental and slight,
When pity weighs down until all sight is lost?
Maria Moravskaya (1890-1947) was a Russian writer of Polish heritage and an elegant figure of St. Petersburg's Silver Age. Following the October Revolution in 1917, she emigrated to the United States.
