I know the truth! Throw other truths - away!
No need to fight those we hold dear!
Look: night is creeping to erase the day,
What do you say - the poet, lover, brigadier?
Now, wind is low, and the dew is on,
Soon we shall see the starry blizzard gone,
And all be sleeping underneath the stone
Who wouldn't let each other sleep alone.
- Marina Tsvetaeva,1915
Trans. Vic Postnikov,2011
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