Go find yourself naive women friends
Who haven’t checked miracles by number.
I know that Venus was produced by hand,
I’m a craftsman, I know the craft:
From the highest solemn muteness
Down to the thorough degradation of the soul:
Here’s the whole divine staircase — from:
My breath — to: do not breathe!
(Marina Ivanova Tsvetaeva)
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