" (T)here was no missing the enormous irony of the fact that from Russia--"a country where her poems were needed, like bread, she had ended up in a country where nobody needed her or anyone else's poems. Even Russian people in emigration ceased to need them," Tsvetaeva said, "And that made Russian poets miserable. "

― Helen Rappaport , After the Romanovs: Russian Exiles in Paris from the Belle Époque Through Revolution and War