Books of Tsvetaeva Poetry in English Translation
- Marina Tsvetaeva: Selected Poems, trans. Elaine Feinstein. (Oxford University Press, 1971) ISBN 0-19-211803-X
- The Ratcatcher: A lyrical satire, trans. Angela Livingstone (Northwestern University, 2000) ISBN 0-8101-1816-5
- A Captive Spirit: Selected Prose, trans. J. Marin King (Vintage Books, 1994) ISBN 0-86068-397-4
- Earthly Signs: Moscow Diaries, 1917-1922, ed. & trans. Jamey Gambrell (Yale University Press, 2011) ISBN 0-300-17959-6
- Poem of the End: Selected Narrative and Lyrical Poems, trans. Nina Kossman (Ardis / Overlook, 1998, 2004) ISBN 0-87501-176-4
- In the Inmost hour of the Soul: Poems, trans. Nina Kossman (Humana Press, 1989) ISBN 0-89603-137-3
- Phaedra: a drama in verse; with New Year's Letter and other long poems, trans. Angela Livingstone (Angel Classics, 2012) ISBN 978-0946162819
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