And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it.
Marina TsvetaevaWho sleeps at night? No one is sleeping.โจ In the cradle a child is screaming.โจ An old man sits over his death, and anyoneโจ young enough talks to his love, breathes โจinto her lips, looks into her eyes.
Marina TsvetaevaWhat is the main thing in love? to know and to hide. To know about the one you love and to hide that you love. At times the hiding (shame) overpowers the knowing (passion). The passion for the hidden - the passion for the revealed.
Marina TsvetaevaWhat is this gypsy passion for separation, this readiness to rush off when we've just met? My head rests in my hands as I realize, looking into the night that no one turning over our letters has yet understood how completely and how deeply faithless we are, which is to say: how true we are to ourselves.
Marina Tsvetaeva