Da Tsvietáieva:
Muse of lament, you are the most beautiful of
all muses, a crazy emanation of white night:
and you have sent a black snow storm over all Russia.
We are pierced with the arrows of your cries
so that we shy like horses at the muffled
many times uttered pledge--Ah!--Anna
Akhmatova--the name is a vast sight
and it falls into depths without name
and we wear crowns only through stamping
the same earth as you, with the same sky over us....
I stand head in my hands thinking how
unimportant are the traps we set for one another...
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