No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?
Marina TsvetaevaMeanings are translatable. Words are untranslatable… More briefly – a word is translatable, its sound is not.
Marina TsvetaevaAfter a sleepless night the body gets weaker, It becomes dear and not yours - and nobody's. Just like a seraph you smile to people And arrows moan in the slow arteries. After a sleepless night the arms get weaker And deeply equal to you are the friend and foe. Smells like Florence in the frost, and in each Sudden sound is the whole rainbow. Tenderly light the lips, and the shadow's golden Near the sunken eyes. Here the night has sparked This brilliant likeness - and from the dark night Only just one thing - the eyes - are growing dark.
Marina Tsvetaeva