If I’d been destined at birth
To lie in the lap of the gods,
I’d have been reared by a heavenly wet-nurse
On the holy milk of the clouds.
I’d be god of a stream or a garden,
Keeping watch over graves or the corn, –
But no – I’m a man, I don’t need immortality:
A heavenly fate would be awful.
I’m glad no one stitched my lips in a smile,
Remote from earth’s bile and salt.
So off you go, violin of Olympus,
I can do without your song.
(Arseny Tarkovsky)
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