Who sleeps at night? Nobody does.
A child in his nursery cries,
An old man over his death abides,
A young man to his love inclines,
Breathes on her lips, gazes in her eyes -
Don't sleep, or you will miss all this -
We'll manage later - sure - we'll sleep!
- Marina Tsvetaeva,1916
Trans. Vic Postnikov,2013
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